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