I
May the red doll fall,
Into her own abyss.
She shouts her charms out loud,
Which makes the Saint fall down;
By keeping my eye stared,
On her skin,
And getting her soul unveiled,
By rubbing her feet;
I can show her how,
The Sun & The Moon need each other,
By reading their runes inscribed in the trees,
As well as translating the Air\'s whisper,
While rushing the Dust.
II
Purity does not reside,
On having such a cotton soul,
But instead,
To acknowledge our opposites,
For we can unite them,
To build up our Own;
Chastity is not overcome,
By gouging any eye,
While we see a virgin,
But rather,
Letting our tongue go,
On how to become her best friend.
III
To have Joy for Beauty means,
To bathe oneself in a foamy lake,
And,
To read the Heart means,
To look into One\'s eyes,
To figure out,
The real intention,
He may have,
Because,
A sin does reside,
On how to corrupt a White Rose,
While still blooming.