The Revival of the Owl

Let me tell you about the Queen of lies
and the truths she never spoke
One Mayan night deep Southern jungle's knowledge forever revoked
At the owl's perch he hears no lies
Two couple days silence, to all's surprise
Tears pour like sweat form the long distance runner
of those lost of the owl
Knowledge unlearned, but earned by dedication to the practice
Waitress, more likely than her dreams of actress
My journey's conclusion bears warm wind in my face
Her memory slips through words, sin's grace
As the heir of the millionaire awaits,
my patient payment will arrive in cynical smile
For I will have her once more, and remember the lies
Listen, for the crow sings beauty as the young child dies