The Ifrit Ruba'iyat by SinistrosePhosphate, literature
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The Ifrit Ruba'iyat
Graceless descendant of the Smokeless Fire,
Banished as the Perpetual Liar;
I now bear the fiery brand of Ifrit,
Exiled afield to the woods and briar.
Born of a spark from the Almighty’s seat,
Yet denied of a body warm and sweet;
Forever drawn to the scent of the dead,
And blamed for men’s own murderous deceit.
Shackled down by the Prophet’s chains of lead,
Forced then to carry out bidding most dread.
Compelled to follow Salomon’s order,
Trespassing boundaries none dared to tread.
Now slave to a power-mad tyrant hoarder,
Witness to sensual and wanton disorder;
Head afire with decadent fantasies
Had sullied my hand
