Looking Glass

She sits before her vanity to brush her long black hair Her eyes are fixed and focused but with much intention in her stare The looking glass makes promises of fortune and of fame And whispers many tales of glamour and a plot from which it came Looking glass - Confide in me Looking glass - You cried for me Looking glass - You died for me Looking glass - You lied to me It tells her much about the world and people from its past And reveals that she is not the first and would not be the last It preaches words of wisdom and of vast philosophy And of places and of people present that we could not always see The witching hour close at hand against the clock it could not race Admiration for her beauty and a thirst for her embrace It beckons her approach and for a chance to meet her face to face She reaches through its silver skin and disappears without a trace