Purgatory

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.