The old djinn

At the bottom of a sea,
There was a djinn,
All mottled and gray,
Wishes he could grant not,
But a lap did hold sway.
Treasure did many find,
But wishes were never there.
Every keeper threw a lamp away,
The djinn could no more bear.
Said he to the god of djinn's,
Release me from this life dear.
For as the gods would say,
The voices were never near.
And so a djinn lived,
And till this day stories I hear.
Tales of wistful patrons,
Stories of abandon and leer.
The other djinns mock him still,
The djinn still holds dear.
A memory where he traded,
For his wish, a day of the seer.
That day he wants back,
But he has lost his gear.
Magic quickens him not,
For that was the trade made.
He waits forever in the lamp,
For every wish he held dear.