As the Djinn wanders by
They say he bids g’night
But all they do is lie
He strides into pubs
In the mid feudal times
Picking up dames
For the price of a dime
Cursed for a millennium
He searches for a mate
Yet he was only
A couple years too late
In the arms of his world
Into a sapphire pool
He didn’t think to look that way
Living his life as a fool
Pleasure was what he sought
Corrupting many a dame
He never thought that his other
Was of sex the same
The lovers’ lives
Were written on cold hard stone
Where I will read to you their story
So that you won’t be alone
Notes:
- It's a poem that prologue's a story I'm working on. Any and all critiques are welcomed and appreciated.
- Also, if there are any questions, please ask away. Some friend's I showed this too had a few questions as well.
- Thank you. <3
