Hagars Poem

• Found on a scroll at the Meroe cs.

---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