Poetry of the Djinn (House Item)

Book Text
By the Djinn and for the Djinn

As with most poems by the Djinn, credit if not given to the individual writer. Many djinn prefer the stylized short poetic form, especially the ones which end with an ironic twist.

"Reflections"

Reflections in the mirror Through which I see the past But do reflections bind me To a house that's made of glass?

The sky was once our homeland Our refuge and domain Now those lands are closed to us But reflections still remain

Our challenge is a hard one Our power must not wane We would not have it said of us, "Only their reflections remained."

"Short Forms"

Though the djinn love poetry in all its forms, the short form is a favorite. Sometimes, the Djinn will converse in this short form to see who can carry on the longest conversations without lapse.

Two snakes slithered by One smiled at me, and so I have let him live

Do you find that there Are more stars in the night sky Since the Rending?

"Truly," said the man "Have I been blessed in life; but..." "What blessing is death?"

Give me your hand, friend I will fill it with riches Do not sink with them