Chymist Poems

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