The Moon, The Bride

Today I shall tell you As the flower tells the butterfly On the night of honeymoon The secrets of my life Extravagant and luxurious I had led just to influence you The stunning beauty What you had seen on my face during the fortnight was under the paint of silvery light taken on rent before marriage I was on debt trap to the sun I should tell you one more truth Before you find on your own self the symbol of ignominy The black spot on my back Given on the day While playing hide and sick Behind the cloud, jet black For this reason, too Some calls me a witch Some calls a bloody moon Please forgive and forget I am here stands my true self Before you as your faithful bride.