The Genie’s Demise

Genie in a bottled lamp, you thought you were quite the scamp

When you sold your heart to me, when you killed the king for me.

I never loved you, I was not apt. Then, you used the wish you kept

To never separate from me. Now, you’re trapped for eternity.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, I know you can hear my call.

Show me what has come of late, be my future or my fate.