The Ballad of a Reaper

In the briefest of scenes 

Of girl meets guy

He said what he means

But it was a lie

The little orchard that was up the hill

Means not a thing now

For once he had his fill

He was left to bloat and drown

Condensed like a can of nothing

Harking back to the ages of darkness

He can't see the blank lines that he's passing

And he is lost in his weary starkness

Blasted the old sage wisdom

Whispers told by those much wiser

A cannon shot of idiom

He will attempt to mask and disguise her

With all the wishy washy wishes he wished for her face

When once he was dreaming on his bed ridden place

But he can't seem to fathom the answers as they pace

Back and forth amongst the apple orchard 

And they will kiss and love it still

Even after the blood letting has gotten its fill

Even after the world seems to blankly forget them

They will not forget each other for the common.

And as Act two opens wide

When the curtain pulls open

The groom will be dead, and the bride,

Well she'll be weeping, with soap in her,

Hands as they are scarcely red,

Where she scrubbed and she toiled,

To make it not her who had made him quite dead,

But the trick you see, it was spoiled

For the caretakers entered and spotted her there

With blood on her hand, stuck and smeared with happy tears,

There was even a droplet of red in her hair,

And they could not even fathom their fears.

Yet they lifted the corpse and brought it out to pasture

In the middle of some farmland specacled with manure

And their they buried the groomsmen for deathly sure

If he wasn't dead then he was dead again now.

And they will kiss and love it still

Even after the blood letting has gotten its fill

Even after the world seems to coldly remember them,

They won't recall it all for they is no longer,

Only she remembers everything,

And he, 

Well he can't remember or regain again,

For he is dead

And six feet under.