Every night is moonless, and every nightmare is red 
But to think of a girl whose flesh is not just beguiling
It is pearl shaded,
honey rubbed,
silk covered heaven
What has she got to make amends for?
Here she is snow white with millions of dwarfs
Here is she is fertile and
they are growing horns
On her.
They heard she’s afraid of drowning
Here breaks the bridge,
there she is in air
In water, in
river...turning red
They heard she’s afraid of aching
Here breaks her bones,
there the horns
breaking out of
her camphor skin
there she goes,
there she goes
the river is turning red
nobody knows what she is expiating for
but those are written on her horns
she looks the most beautiful when
the river turns red.

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