Virgin White

She appears before him virgin white,
A canvas to stain,
unleash his disdain,
He, cold as lakes
flights before she wakes,

He readied her to learn,
that the world isn't tender,
didn't break, just bent her,
She appears before him damaged gray,

And no longer virgin white,
She did miss,
what never did exist,
when he held her close and tight,

And in his eyes, the light,
could not have burned most bright,
as he tumbled before her
sickening red