The day comes....

Layla now left astray; Her family rains disdain unto her. Leaving her in dismay, laying in a cloud of depression where shadows play; Their love for her decay's, their hatred towards her clear as day, now is in an array of fray in the light of day in the month of May.....

Left to be scorn; Left to be torn, her suffering is now a dorm, she eats nothing but corn; Her sore heart now roars louder than the boar, her core shunned like a closing door; Her lore of the family is now known everywhere now holding the knowledge of it is a norm.