Born of unyielding blood, I was never easily known. Perhaps this is why the endless nights, weary of your presence, yearned for the dawn's embrace. Unsheathing your gleaming sword may dazzle my eyes, yet harm me no further. The truths you dispensed at your whim, treating honor as folly. The respect I once held has withered away, as I stand poised for the ultimate betrayal to bear witness. Your hours stretched into days, and finally into the years that consumed my life. When nothing else held significance, I kissed your hand and, with bowed head, I called you master.