I was of blood never denied, knowing me never came easily. Is this why sleepless nights, weary of your company, longed for the break of dawn? Unsheathing your gleaming sword might blind me, but nothing more. The truths you dispensed at your whim, thinking honor a folly. Whatever respect I once held has now departed as I brace for the ultimate betrayal to bear witness. Your hours stretched into my days and eventually years, consuming my life. When nothing else held value, I kissed your hand, and with a bowed head, called you master.