Jan 14

Arabian Nights

Look up as the card tricks and the smoke 
from the lounge makes everything hazy,
open top where you can see the stars 
inside the tent of lost souls and hearts.


The aces and hearts and diamonds and spades
dance across visions, the spheres of milky white predict
the future of the people sitting across from them, 
killing and warring.

Dancers kick and twirl and grab 
entranced the smell of spices and  
gold a mettalish tint in the air makes 
them perk up like bloodhounds in search
of their prey.

Rusted hearts yearn to feel in the darkest
shadows of a soul that was traded away long ago
to the very devil, they claim it was not their fault
the years of mistreat had caught up to them 
and they tell stories with their missing teeth,
and wrinkled faces around a campfire.

Lamps of silver and other metals surround,
inlaid with ruby, emerald and diamond 
smoke as jinns appear and wisp an lose 
themselves to the tidal wave of wishes
dead and escaped from their owners,
they never came true.

Look up as the card tricks and the smoke 
from the lounge makes everything hazy,
open top where you can see the stars 
inside the tent of lost souls and hearts.


 
About the Author: Nightheart
"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion"- Albert Camus
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