Once upon a yesterday, there was a lost child,
Who, underneath the threats, was a soul so mild.
Her name was Dunsany, dysfunctional, and poor
She begged to her superiors, but never asked for more
Wrists bloody and scarred, and eyes of amethyst
Dunsany would only cry when hidden by the mist
Alone and scared, she hid from words that wounded lives
They callously made her bleed; they stabbed her just like knives
Running barefoot from one nightmare, and onto the next
Dunsany pondered why they chose her to vex
Escaping from a harsh world, carrying all the blame,
A lonely girl learns of our torturing game
Weeping in a field of silver and of gold
Remembering a tragedy that remained untold
