Of blood never denied, knowing me was a path seldom trodden. Endless nights, weary of your presence, longed for the break of dawn. Your gleaming sword may blind but won't vanquish me. The truths you shared at whim reflected a disdain for honor, once cherished but now lost. As I await the ultimate betrayal, poised to bear witness, your hours stretched into my days and years. When all else fell away, I kissed your hand, head bowed, and called you master.