Djinn

O'er dales and parched wells she flies Come morning she'll blind With her hypnotizing mist And low whispers Whispers that writhe the mind in agony That have dazed the children Of the Round City As they prolix about the loud and narrow paths She distills their minds With the fermentation of grapes Sending them around the fountains of despair In a never ending whirl of noxious airs Where colours collide She proffers the hide of leather For the blender of oils To lend her a hand To seduce the virgin bride Whom she'll send to an abyss of evil Where the resident sorcerer Grows ever more indolent As he feeds on boar She twists in the sky Upon the incensed wing of Hooriyah A dear angel Of the purest light With duress she tosses her wing Sending the djinn on a golden stream It bathes the corners she inhabits And showers the Earth With the pure gold of the Celestial Chymist And so the djinn speeds to the East As the call of prayer Shakes the land