The Scar.

Pinkish wounds on her body,

3 years on

have still not healed.

Tomorrow Evil comes,

and tears the skin apart.

She screams to stop,

but evil keeps going on.

Sadistic him, he enjoys the sight

of her crying, fighting back.

Memories haunt her;

Of her children running around helpless,

Of her brave ones falling down one by one,

Of her scared ones shivering at the sight they see.

Of Evil's minions walking with glee,

killing her kids in a spree,

taking over her with such ease,

Helpless, she goes numb...

3 years on,

she remembers it all,

hasn't forgotten any of the wrongs.

She mourns for her babies who died for her.

She makes up her mind,

wipes away her tears,

unsheathes her sword,

and strikes it in his heart.

Evil falls down.

Revenge achieved.

But her heart's still weeping.....