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---Hagar's Poem--- | ---Hagar's Poem--- | ||
| − | In the lands of far away | + | In the lands of far away <br> |
| − | Where trees are made of gold | + | Where trees are made of gold <br> |
| − | There lived a Prince of many riches | + | There lived a Prince of many riches <br> |
| − | Here his life's story will unfold | + | Here his life's story will unfold <br> |
| − | He built his fortune on misery | + | |
| − | On the pain of generations oppressed | + | He built his fortune on misery <br> |
| − | The untold suffering of those | + | On the pain of generations oppressed <br> |
| − | Tortured at his bequest | + | The untold suffering of those <br> |
| + | Tortured at his bequest <br> | ||
| − | And yet this Prince seemed noble | + | |
| − | His towers caressed the sky | + | And yet this Prince seemed noble <br> |
| − | Yet none but a widow | + | His towers caressed the sky <br> |
| − | Seemed to hear the wailing cry | + | Yet none but a widow <br> |
| + | Seemed to hear the wailing cry <br> | ||
| − | The windows made of glass that shrieked | + | |
| − | The walls attached with blood | + | The windows made of glass that shrieked <br> |
| − | The ceilings hung with skeletons | + | The walls attached with blood <br> |
| − | Their dignity trod in the mud | + | The ceilings hung with skeletons <br> |
| + | Their dignity trod in the mud <br> | ||
| − | Then one day returned a stranger | + | |
| − | From far and distant land | + | Then one day returned a stranger <br> |
| − | Not a welcome face indeed | + | From far and distant land <br> |
| − | But one met with dagger in hand | + | Not a welcome face indeed <br> |
| + | But one met with dagger in hand <br> | ||
| − | This stranger shared a blood bond | + | |
| − | With magic deeper than any sin | + | This stranger shared a blood bond <br> |
| − | And so this brother witnessed | + | With magic deeper than any sin <br> |
| − | The horrors that lay within | + | And so this brother witnessed <br> |
| + | The horrors that lay within <br> | ||
| − | The brothers fell to fighting | + | |
| − | Their sly tricks flew left and right | + | The brothers fell to fighting <br> |
| − | The only aim of these two warriors | + | Their sly tricks flew left and right <br> |
| − | The end of the other's might | + | The only aim of these two warriors <br> |
| + | The end of the other's might <br> | ||
| − | And so it came to pass one day | + | |
| − | That the stranger obtained the key | + | And so it came to pass one day <br> |
| − | And set about with honest intent | + | That the stranger obtained the key <br> |
| − | To open it for all to see | + | And set about with honest intent <br> |
| + | To open it for all to see <br> | ||
| − | And yet the stranger succeeded | + | |
| − | In his aim of clarity | + | And yet the stranger succeeded <br> |
| − | The tyrant still won over | + | In his aim of clarity <br> |
| − | With a pretence of charity | + | The tyrant still won over <br> |
| + | With a pretence of charity <br> | ||
| − | For although the palace was opened | + | |
| − | The floors were all scrubbed clean | + | For although the palace was opened <br> |
| − | The bloodstains all removed | + | The floors were all scrubbed clean <br> |
| − | Its history now unseen | + | The bloodstains all removed <br> |
| + | Its history now unseen <br> | ||
| − | The Prince pretended generosity | + | |
| − | He offered the palace up free | + | The Prince pretended generosity <br> |
| − | And commissioned his architects | + | He offered the palace up free <br> |
| − | To draw up plans for all to see | + | And commissioned his architects <br> |
| + | To draw up plans for all to see <br> | ||
| − | And so the sad story paled and died | + | |
| − | The legend told no more | + | And so the sad story paled and died <br> |
| − | The castle's dirty secret | + | The legend told no more <br> |
| − | Hidden beneath the floor | + | The castle's dirty secret <br> |
| + | Hidden beneath the floor <br> | ||
| − | But now the castle is moved | + | |
| − | Rebuilt stone by stone | + | But now the castle is moved <br> |
| − | The bloody rooms where screams resounded | + | Rebuilt stone by stone <br> |
| − | Now sing with music's tone | + | The bloody rooms where screams resounded <br> |
| + | Now sing with music's tone <br> | ||
| − | But listen carefully to my words | + | |
| − | For in them lies the past | + | But listen carefully to my words <br> |
| − | The wicked Pharaoh's cellar | + | For in them lies the past <br> |
| − | With treasure that time has passed | + | The wicked Pharaoh's cellar <br> |
| + | With treasure that time has passed <br> | ||
| − | Seek out this treasure | + | |
| − | Search the coffers and lift the lid | + | Seek out this treasure <br> |
| − | For if you find the very place | + | Search the coffers and lift the lid <br> |
| − | A Pharaoh's treasure shall be unhid | + | For if you find the very place <br> |
| + | A Pharaoh's treasure shall be unhid <br> | ||
--Hagar | --Hagar | ||
Latest revision as of 21:10, 15 May 2010
This is a fresh papyrus scroll, written on with blue-black ink. It is very neatly inscribed, whoever wrote this was a true artisan. It is entitled 'Hagar's Poem', and a picture of an orchid is woven into the 'H'. A lot of love and dedication has been put into making this scroll.
---Hagar's Poem---
In the lands of far away
Where trees are made of gold
There lived a Prince of many riches
Here his life's story will unfold
He built his fortune on misery
On the pain of generations oppressed
The untold suffering of those
Tortured at his bequest
And yet this Prince seemed noble
His towers caressed the sky
Yet none but a widow
Seemed to hear the wailing cry
The windows made of glass that shrieked
The walls attached with blood
The ceilings hung with skeletons
Their dignity trod in the mud
Then one day returned a stranger
From far and distant land
Not a welcome face indeed
But one met with dagger in hand
This stranger shared a blood bond
With magic deeper than any sin
And so this brother witnessed
The horrors that lay within
The brothers fell to fighting
Their sly tricks flew left and right
The only aim of these two warriors
The end of the other's might
And so it came to pass one day
That the stranger obtained the key
And set about with honest intent
To open it for all to see
And yet the stranger succeeded
In his aim of clarity
The tyrant still won over
With a pretence of charity
For although the palace was opened
The floors were all scrubbed clean
The bloodstains all removed
Its history now unseen
The Prince pretended generosity
He offered the palace up free
And commissioned his architects
To draw up plans for all to see
And so the sad story paled and died
The legend told no more
The castle's dirty secret
Hidden beneath the floor
But now the castle is moved
Rebuilt stone by stone
The bloody rooms where screams resounded
Now sing with music's tone
But listen carefully to my words
For in them lies the past
The wicked Pharaoh's cellar
With treasure that time has passed
Seek out this treasure
Search the coffers and lift the lid
For if you find the very place
A Pharaoh's treasure shall be unhid
--Hagar
