By candlelight, the end of an evening
A humble tradesman sweeping his floor
Hears a ruckus outside his chambers
Moments later burst through the door...

A squadron of the guard of the palace
Armoured, armed, and seven feet tall
"The king himself demands the attendance
Of the glassmaker that people call..."

Jorge! The king is in a temper
Jorge! Trembles before the throne
"Jorge! My advisors have informed me that
Jorge makes the finest glassware known"

The lavishly appointed palace
Let's the king display his grandeur
One noble guest was most impressed
Admiring his prized mirror

"Oh, this is quite a striking article
The ornate frame, the azure trim,
And the glass itself, well, almost matches
One owned by the marquess of Turin"

"Jorge! I cannot tolerate this"
"Jorge! Your skill must be put to the test"
"Jorge! Make me a greater mirror"
"Jorge! That no-one else can best"

Terrified of displeasing his ruler
The glassmaker works every hour the day brings
For month after month duly crafting a mirror
Fit to be brought forth before the king

The mirror is a breathtaking masterpiece
The king is stunned but then lets out a moan
"Why does my visage appear not so handsome
As the portraits by all my court painters have shown?"

"Jorge! Your mirror doth insult me"
"Jorge! Remove it from my sight"
"Jorge! Make another yet more faithful"
"Jorge! Or pay forfeit with your life"

The craftsman redoubles his efforts. Working feverishly, he blows glass, pours metal, and polishes the vitreous plane. Pushing his art further than anyone has ever done, than anyone could comprehend; to create the most profoundly, dangerously, perfect mirror.

He presents it to the court and watches nervously as the king reacts: at first in surprise and then in horror, as he sees in his face his heart, his soul, his cruel and jealous nature, even the future downfall of his kingdom through his avarice and pride. He staggers backwards, but is unable to tear his eyes from the image of their own terrified stare.

The court gasps as the king draws his sword and lunges towards the mirror. Does he mean to destroy it, or is he driven with some madness to strike at his own reflection? We can never know because at that very moment...

Jorge! Leaps before the mirror
Jorge! Quails from the blade as it sweeps near
Jorge! The king recoils his sword in panic, shrieking
"Jorge!" And rends himself from ear to ear

Jorge! When you gaze into your mirror
Jorge! Tell us what do you see within?
Jorge! A humble tradesman who delivered or
Jorge! The cold-blooded killer of a king