User:McArine/Hagar

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

This scroll resembles the previous ones, with it's odd ability to retain its text throught such a long time.

Now my eyes grow weary,
My quill feels like softest lead,
My legs will barely carry me,
And yet I still have far to tread.

Go now to the place,
Of one so newly dead,
A stranger to this land,
Who shall follow the path I tread.