Through the forest
Of leaves so green
A maiden walks
Dress of silver sheen
Her beauty of legends
With eyes like stars
Hair like the softest snow
And hands with long cold scars
All is fair and perfect
Of her bodily looks
Save what she, loves the most
Her long cold scars like those written in books
Long pale and jagged
The scars on her hands
She wears them with pride
They were cuts from her bands
A slave once
So long ago
A princess now
With a free life to forgo
