The possessive soul, unpossessed
Mocks a lover
And holds her close
The way a witch detains a daughter
Left without a mirror
She tricks the light to see him
In herself
Who is that
He asks of the projection
She calls for introspection
It fosters her devotion,
The reflection
Is his trigger, just a flicker
Like the intermittent fast
When he wants her
Like the high from that tower
Where the world's at her hands
Now he's over it
Like the rest of his pasts