She rode out to war once,
On a thundering horse.
Her hair tied up under an iron helmet,
Her sword glistening in the sun.
They fought for days,
But eventually lost that campaign.
She returned, lucky to be alive,
With only a deep scar across her arm.
She was quite proud of that scar, actually.
Because it reminded her
Of a time she was reckless enough
To jump headfirst into a losing cause.
You must cover it up, they said.
Who will marry you with that ugly scar, they asked.
And so she did cover up the scar
With ornamental ink, so pretty.
A few evenings later,
She bumped into Prince Charming.
Her heart fluttered,
As he stared intently into her eyes.
And then he said,
Pardon me, but
You look a lot like someone
I once went to war beside.
She wore an iron helmet,
So I couldn't see her face clearly.
But I must admit
I felt true love for only her.
Because of her scar.
You see, she had this fierce scar
Right across her arm,
And that's what made her, beautiful.
