Pieces of the Stars

The Lilies and the Hyacinth/Bathtub Ballad

Delightful, my darling, delightful.

Isn't revenge such a beautiful thought?

It is I who has been placed in charge of the execution of this concept;

It is my drawn blade against the great enemy.

The unfairness of society, that deigns to plague innocent souls like mine.

Please go on, my lovely one. (I'm still thirsty.)

The thought that someday I would be considered scarred

But by what? By what painful occurrence? By what tragic circumstance?

In truth, the question is a Whom;

and the answer is You

Aren't you proud of yourself yet?

Yes, society turns to you

Looks you up and down with smiling eyes and stolen hearts

You vicious girl!

You've torn out their hearts, never to return them, never for them to feel again.

(Darling, you are merely appeasing the one you have hurt so badly)

Their eyes turn, meet mine, and it is visible

Their cold, hardened stares that pierce my soul

They speak in tones deadened by their vision of you

Bestowing upon me the name of an outcast

(I am almost done; just stay strong a little longer ...)

It is you who is loved, your sisters among us

But what of your mother? Has she been forgotten?

But we are guided by the angels of vengeance, the blade of jealousy, the hands that perform deeds of righteousness

Do you not understand, my child?

Ah ... but you will learn how pain can turn to sweet inspiration.

You, with your flawless, pale moonlit skin,

You, with the most piercing and malicious eyes of all

How lovely is the reality, to see the audacious apathy in those eyes

Turn to fear at my command.

I have enjoyed your melodious singing; you have my permission to be done.

But with your last shaking, beautiful breath, watch me

The shining water that swirls with the scarlet

It is consumed by it, creating something new and beautiful, now for my pleasure

Be proud; the petals, brown, once shrunken and shriveled by the colours of your presence

Are now renewed, now bloom again by your blood ...