A friend was he, from long ago Through lands we traveled high and low
A jinn of warmth, a wind of cold Our friendship never bore a toll. Until the woman whom he eyed
Agreed that she’d become his bride Smitten with love, he left my side And chose to live another life. He feels the strength of my righteous storm His family cowers beneath my scorn I pin him down with all my might Though strong, I know, he does not fight. “Welcome,” sounding unperturbed, His trembling shows he is disturbed. “Release your grip. There’s much to tell About the world beyond your cell.” I pull my power back a fraction, His family breathes at my retraction. The wife I loathed for many years, Makes space for me, despite her fear. My power curls into something small. No different than a spinning ball. The children are still scared of me Though I refuse to pay them heed Their father is he who beckoned me. It’s his attention that I seek.
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