The Lamp

Long 
                                                           ago, in an 
                                                   Arabian cave there 
        sat a lamp atop a stalagmite pedestal which poked up from the fragmented  
  floor. The cavernous crevices dripped steres of pointed spires,              drooling   
                      chalcedony stalactites from its weeping pours. The             lamp      
                      was made of hematite and embossed with onyx letters,      which    
                       read: "Hidden Inside." Locked inside the jet black lamp 
                         was a djinn; a race of beings made of smoke who dwell in 
                         the aether between dark and light. The lamp was oozing
                           a stench which filled the cave with thick smog as the 
                            genie trapped inside screamed to be free and arisen, 
                                 waiting to be released from his enchanted 
                                       prison. For before he was captured,
                                               he granted but one wish
                                                     to a greedy boy 
                                              who did not want anyone 
                               else to be granted three wishes, so he wished
                      to be the only being to be granted a wish. After his selfish 
                  wish, the genie vanished forever, imprisoned in a lamp in a cave.

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