Two Planes Escalator

Iron sided staircases were standing, the steps ascending,
two a breast from each other.
There weren't any markings, or signs of direction,
but the flow of the entities was obvious
up and down.
Those that cannot see it
see nothing.
Those that can feel it
feel it and nothing at once.
This is a conduit regardless,
there is a beast within regardless.
A horned and winged changeling,
a tentacled cyclops in manacles of ivory.
A mother and her child ascend,
a businessman conversing with a clergy man descend.
All four of them feel a terrible chill.
The two djinn espouse an aura of mange and fickle nightmare.
Beings trapped and confined in a modern day lamp,
a staircase of iron and Araman's magic.
Thus ends this story. Mother and child were fine,
shopped, grew old and died.
Businessman less so,
possessed, defiled, dead.
Clergyman,
oh have no pity for the clergyman,
He is fine
I am sure.