The Power of Nubian Gold

Posted by Erik Moshe on Tuesday, June 17, 2014 Under: Rhymed Verses

General Naazim paced in his jail cell, inept and resourceless
bereft of his forces, he had clouds about his bald head, the weather was morbid
A wretched and sordid feudalist King named Nabuch was responsible for his imprisonment
Guards were hitting him with grim instruments, vividly aware of his innocence
He had dissented on the battlefields of Nabta Playa for condemning the law
when he refused to let archers fire on a monastery defending its cause

The son of an alchemist, Naazim was known for his swordplay and loyal allegiance
and the way in which he bent metallic properties was bold and ingenious
Holding ingredients to foil the regents, and reciprocate their taste for agony
Draped in shackles he prayed for quicksand to overtake them rapidly
One night, a sparrow flew through his cell window; it was carrying a pamphlet
with a piece of glass and a stone, he suspected it was sent by Arias the Vampiress
that evil djinn of the Saharan netherworld who spoke in nobelium semantics
but the sparrow turned out to be a message from his daughter
He thanked the bird, ripped opened the pamphlet, it read: "Dear father,
"You and I both know that you are no enemy of the Nubians,
We've heard of your noble deeds, and of how they've stuck you in the loony bin,
I bring bad news, the king's soldiers have overrun our oases -
After we were raided, we received aid from scholar monks with their gray sheathes
who declared their debts to you -
Oh father, our home is rubble and waste heaps
The king is utterly crazy, and I'm flat broke now,
may the Gods humbly save me."
General Naazim then decided on a selfless act he'd have to commit
against his own well being - in an act of revenge to restore funds & immaculate whims
He'd use alchemy to turn his inner organs to gold, so his daughter could prosper again
"It requires no philosopher's stone to achieve, the myths had exaggerated
use your wealth to hire an army of mercenaries until Nabuch is assassinated,"
He asked a guard for a moment with him, and said: "In the event of my death,
I'd beg of you to transport my body to my daughter so she can bury my flesh,
Thinking nothing of it and respecting the general's wishes, he agreed to do his part
This story later became known as "The Legend of the Man with the Golden Heart"
Naazim knelt in front of the cell window, and a silent cry of freedom rung
through the desert as he held his hand over his heart - the deed was done

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