This scar I bear refuses to heal,
marring my visage, wrecking my appeal.
Glowing with an angry light,
a reminder of some vicious past slight.
Was it in battle that it first appeared,
or due to vengeance, violently seared.
I wrack my brain to find the cause
but its inception fails to give me pause.
The sole thing which occurs to me
is that its beginning lies from my mortality.
Carried over to my ascended life...
it yet burns and pains me, filling me with strife.
What baneful truth lies hidden in this mark...
threatening from the past, rising from the dark.