Paring apples
Beneath the soiled trees
A wife's infertile veins trickle as she weeps
For a child as red as blood and as white as the snow
Her mind will ease as the seasons pass
Providing a son but giving her death
Under the trees she lays to rest
And as men do he gains another foe
This time with such contempt and lies
A second wife, a second life
The boy with the skin of snow
Now has no peaceful place to rest
The snow will bleed
As seasons pass
Join the mother beheaded in death
Under the trees he lays to rest
The second wife is ill with hate
Removing the head of her son
Paring his skin and breaking his bones
The weeping tears of a sister salts his stew
her brother's bones lie beneath the trees
The leaves of a Juniper tree change
As season pass a black bird begins to sing
The tale of a son and his bones
Mother's murder
Father's feast
As a sister weeps beneath the trees
You're no son of mine
That's why you must die
Lay you head upon the chest
To the headless death

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