Battle Scars
By: Spooker
In my youth
I was a great soldier
I righted wrongs
And never ran from a fight
Many times I have died
Fighting evil
And many times I was reborn
Only to fight again
Although I wouldn't
Change a thing
But, I wish
We could have had a little peace
Now I am the Queen
Of a great city
Where peace
Is every where
I no longer
Have to fight
But, I still remember
All that I have done
All the battles we have fought.
For they are
My scars
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