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A tent of brightly coloured wool
Along an effervescent pool
Filled with deliciously cool streams
This would last a week and I would surely weep
For in my sorrows, I made haste
Beneath a bleak sky adorned with clouds of thought
Menacing a downpour of grief
I left the bosom of my camp
And could not recall my steps
The fierce winds of the desert deleted my trail
As the winds of time would delete my memory from all that ever beheld me
The clouds of thought once again embraced my mind and etched on the bleak skies a certain name
A name sweeter than sweetness itself
With a velvety texture surpassing that of silk
A name that transcended the barren plains dancing around on the tongues of angels
And stretched to the bitter and sweet seas
It is a name unlike which any man has ever beheld
For though many share it
None could wear it with her grace, borne of the musk of paradise itself
A name that evokes images of beautiful pearls
One that sends shivers down my spine
When I envision her delicate visage
A name that spreads warmth from the core of my soul
Which slowly percolates through my being to the tip of my nose
This name can only be the perfectly sculpted form of -????? whose true beauty transcends that of meaningless words
A mellifluous name when uttered in any tone
It shimmers and shines and radiates brilliantly
Even upon the twisted tongue of the vilest crone
I remember the day when the winds of authority blew on our firm grasp
And whisked her away on the cursed back of an evil black horse
And it is with this heaviness that I thus sink
Into a pitiless lake of anguish
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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
Copyright © Elvis Anagnostopoulos | Year Posted 2017
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