The Mad Genie

Silver lamp, black sand

Lifted up in trembling hand

Glinting moonlight, it gleamed

Hiding secrets, it would seem

Brought to lips, the whisper soft

Red smoke from its spout did waft

Pillar of vapor, red as camel blood

The lamp landing with a sandy thud

Two yellow eyes, from the sinister steam

Its voice too loud to be from a dream

"Name yourself, pathetic fool,"

It crossed its arms, its glowing gaze cruel

"Jamor, son of Seid," the old peasant replied

The genie's gaze shifted, tilting its head to the side

"Before you speak, you filthy sneak,

answer me this, or your future is bleak...

What kind of mare, breathes no air,

its lair in hair, glare hard to bear?"

"Why, it's a nightmare," replied the man with a stare,

The genie, impressed, that the man dared to dare.

Man asks, "What magical secrets do you possess and might share?"

The genie's brow furrowed, its anger flared

"Three wishes greed, and two, there's no need,

but one wish granted, I will do indeed."

The peasant thought, his head turning hot

Surely ask for something that could never be bought

"I have my desire - there is nothing higher,"

The genie did sense that the man was no liar

"A beautiful woman, her eyes full of fire,

her heart made of emerald, not chiseled, entire."

The genie laughed, then appeared a stone bath

A bare, gorgeous leg extending its calf

Eyes like dark flame, he looked away in shame

Beauty like this deserves not to be named

"Am I to be his, my love, my sire?"

The genie grinned, "This man, you'll admire."

She rose from the bath, making a path

Her gaze ever-soft before the genie's crazed wrath

"Clothe me, sir, I need some kind of cover."

The peasant took his shawl as he glanced at the lover,

she took the brown rag, and wrapped in the shag

spun herself around, letting it sag

"She's unlike any other, but remember, your lover,

cannot touch the sunlight or become a true mother."

The peasant nodded, reaching for her hand,

the woman, eyes fixed, bare feet in the sand

"One more thing - what I bring has a sting,

betray you one day, she will, to a king."

The man looked at her face, her visage pure grace

"I'm a poor, ugly peasant - I do know my place."

The genie then cackled, like a red, ghoulish jackal

dissolving back into its lamp with a devilish crackle

She looked at the peasant

Smiling warmly, eyes pleasant

"I'm a treasure, your old pleasures, you'll never find you miss..."

She then slowly leaned forward and sealed the dark deal with a kiss