Lie Still Thou Perfect Flower

Groveling to her planet
Throwing her prayers to the Planet's wind
Mother bids for her death for her treachery
Part of me is true to her will
Yet the remnant is saddened

Silence her I must for Mother's sake
Her pink figure below me
Swift my blade falls
Her breath stills
Mother now is proud leaving me to smile

Yet that part that was saddened
That part is in remorse
Was it truly worth her death?
I watch her friends leave her in her watery grave
A smile was hinted upon her face

That smile is chiseled into my mind
It mocks my essence
I cringe at her memory
Bloodshed has never vexed myself formally
However her demise by my hands haunts me now

Lie still thou perfect flower