Harvest Time

Planting the dead and gathering crops

Pretty girl slithers through the fields                                      

Bell around her neck swings out a cry

Under the howling moon a warning 

In open fields of golden wheat asleep

Before the ax comes down complete

Cuts the farmer right in two

A heel breaks on her favorite shoes

High fashion turns to hobbles odd

A road that beckons shadows on

Leads beauty with her limp to work

Chopping up farmers and assistants

Might be wrong but no one listens

A charming smile and personality

Can take you far in life 

With little effort, an ax works better

Looks good on any resume

Everyone should have a mission

                                                                                             

Ejected blood in all directions

Spews out profusely by night light

They never saw it coming

Lost souls planted in the ground

Seems strange at harvest time

 A lovely girl with long blonde hair

New white dress without a blemish

Dressed to kill to quench her thirst

To feed her pleasure for a harvest

 

Beware the girl with alabaster skin

Skinny, with a lust for murder over life

Dripping with blood from head to toe

Friendly to the strangers that she knows

Her enemies love the work she does

Not knowing what comes next 

Actions perpetrated in the field reflected

Hair shimmering in the sins committed

Ghostly midnight shines on them

Slaughter with an attitude is best

A sharp mind and weapon swinging

Into skulls instead of golden wheat

Requires skill when dressed to kill

A bell around her neck is charming

Rings out a warning for who is next

Having an edge in life works best

When gathering dead instead of crops