Born of unyielding blood, knowing me was never simple. Perhaps this is why nights, weary of your presence, longed for the dawn's release. Drawing your gleaming sword may blind, but nothing more. The truths you shared at your whim, believing honor to be a fool's pursuit. The respect I once held has faded, as I await the ultimate betrayal to bear witness. Your hours stretched into my days, then years, as my life unfolded. When all else was lost, I kissed your hand, bowing my head low, and called you master.