I was of unyielding heritage, knowing me was never simple. Is this why countless nights, fatigued by your presence, awaited the arrival of dawn? Drawing your gleaming blade may blind me, yet nothing more. You shared truths at your whim, deeming honor a fool's pursuit. What respect I once held has now vanished, as I anticipate the ultimate betrayal to bear witness. Your hours became my days and eventually years as my life slipped away. In moments when nothing else held sway, I kissed your hand, and with a bowed head, I called you master.