Deceptive Tongue

He parts the green blades as he's done before
Collecting new souls with an old score  
A walking sforzando turning on a whim  
Crying a metrical    
Familiar hymn    
   
Or perhaps the tune rings too familiar in YOUR head  
Perhaps the words are those you've sung and said  
Twisting into your soul  
His song spreading pain  
With his bow he glows as they all speak his name    
   
What a man, all that hurt, how can he hover high  
Never seeing the large heap of once faithful wives    
   
Timeless times he's fooled the town with his game  
Playing a twisted recounting of those he has slain    
   
For a time he'll disappear and so does his song  
Most forget, not a care that death was there at all  
When he re-emerges a soulful saint from the grass  
He'll strike up an old tale for a naive new lass.