Here lies she, the face of the voiceless 

The name which none could carry

One lost to the count of the masses

Which he culled from the earth

Her beauty lies dormant

Under his horrors and destruction

For she was only to hold a candle

To his name

A placeholder

A name for the pen

Used by the many

Unmarked and unknown

Here lies she, forever lost to the earth

Nothing but a corpse in the dirt

A mark on a tally 

Lost to those who took her