I was of noble blood, unyielding, never easily known. Perhaps this is why endless nights, weary of your presence, awaited the break of dawn. Your gleaming sword may blind me, but cause no further harm. The truths you dispensed at will, seeing honor as folly. Any respect I harbored is long gone as I anticipate the ultimate betrayal to bear witness. Your hours stretched into my days and finally into years as my life ebbed away. When nothing else held meaning, I kissed your hand, and with my head bowed, I called you master.