Reinvocation

I tell a tale of a funny mirror with a perfect frame around it

The mirror fell out of the sky, in the boy's backyard it grounded

He took a look into the glass but in his face's place

Like a stowaway in fresh-cut grass, lay Mary, Full of Grace

The priestess opened up her eyes to meet the prince's gaze

She whispered: Will my looks suffice? Do they compromise? Amaze?

He answered: If they compromise me, do them what they please

I wish to be forsaken, goddess, take me on my knees

He didn't know what laid behind the glass

The distorted reflection that gave him attention he craved

The curves in the mirror that skewed all the hues he had seen in the past

You never know what sort of wonders can lie in your face

An overwhelming feeling made him quiver to the core

His outstretched hand met only glass, his heart sunk to the floor

She fogged the pane with liar's breath and wrote with dainty thumb

I go to see the opera every night, love

You should come

Reinvocation of a harlot soul we've faced

And never erased, forever conditioned

Would you agree (Would I ever)

To being permanently pushed along the path to perdition

If the thought heard 'round the world

Through the young boy's heart should fly

Would he pick himself back up again

Or curse us all and die

Does this conflict of interest concern us all

Do you change to bridge the distance, change to break your fall

I am asleep, I will not wake up

These dreams are merging now with waking hours, I've had enough

When the time to make definitive decisions is at hand

Will the pre-pubate participate and make himself a man

Does the weight of the debacle add to shackles we accept

The gullible is malleable, the skeptic is inept