Rall The Alchemist Poem by Clarence A. Graham, Jr.

In Atlantis, a long time ago, lived a man named Rall
To be an alchemist was his call

He did many good things for others
And they returned his help without any bothers

He was a light on top of the hill for them
And his light would never go out for them

One day, there was a terrible catastrophe, unkempt
He tried to rescue a friend, but died in the attempt

I am sure that God will reward him, in fact
For his heroic act

June 27,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.