LOOKING GLASS

Step across the threshold 
Caress the looking glass,
Herein lies the secret
Therein lies your past.

A dream, a crystal tear
Both shed for sacrifice,
The vagabond and piper
Have always known the price.

So lay your soul before me
Let me touch the scars,
Trace the pain of virtue
Across the waking hours.

Steal Times moments from her
While she selects the dead,
Beauty lies in imperfection,
Not within your head.