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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