Where the Streets Have No Name
*by Lichen Throat
Ohne Ruhm entry*

Lying on the ground on a dreary grave.
Too late to know that he forgave
Everything you did In years gone by;
No reason that you had to die.
Oh, Lady Dedlock, it’s too late
To avoid your miserable fate.
Once you stepped through the graveyard gate,
Your life was doomed to terminate.
Out where the streets have no name,
Run through the London night.
You’re not the one who’s to blame,
But you can’t escape your plight.

Once you saw the writing on the page,
You flashed to the day at the orphanage
When you left your daughter alone;
Now she’s become a woman grown.
Your husband knew nothing of your past,
Had no idea of your lowly caste.
All that you have could be gone so fast
When your secret comes out at last.
Out where the streets have no name,
Run through the London night.
You’re not the one who’s to blame,
But you can’t escape your plight.

Leave a note, flee the pain,
Tell them all you’ve done.
Any way you explain,
You’d be forever shunned.

Even a scant few months ago,
Life had become boring and slow.
Married to a man in his later years,
You just sat still and hid your tears.
Conceal your past from that miserable sleuth.
Stiff upper lip, tongue under tooth,
For indiscretions of your youth,
Damned if you lie or tell the truth.
Out where the streets have no name,
Run through the London night.
You’re not the one who’s to blame,
But you can’t escape your plight.