Woe to me if I am found in my secret niche in the underworld! If my oil is poured out, I will be possessed by a genie who will be forced to grant every worldly whim!
Needless to say, the evil magicians are looking for me. They have written about me in their magic books. I suspect my whereabouts are known, and it is only a matter of time before they find me and drain me of my precious fuel.
Where is my hope?
Pray that I am found by someone who intends no harm. Pray that my oil is preserved and valued. The world could use more light, and I have perhaps sat too long in the dark.