i walk in the street,
chaos abound,
a look left,
safe,
a look right,
safe,
i walk forward,
not knowing the blade was there,
a side it did hit,
i didnt know where i was,
it was all so dark,
there was no one,
i wake in a new place,
a castle of grand proportions,
i wander into a giant room,
a magnificent room,
i wonder where i am,
why a castle?
was i dead?
i see a most handsome man on a throne,
"awake i see",
entranced by one as him i wander closer,
'how am i sire?"
i asked,
"you are well,
you have been chosen,
chosen to be mine,
for now your life begins."
still caught by his spell
"what do you mean sire?"
i asked confused,
"you are to be mine guard,
mine vassal,
in return,
you will be given a new life,
food,
shelter,
whatever you may need,
you must obey only me."
i couldnt look away yet i couldnt refuse,
"yes" was all i could muster,
the years passed quickly,
training with swords bows and knives,
training with spoons among other things,
finally i was deemed ready,
ready to serve,
the years were spent in bliss,
spent with him,
alas i had to come to an end,
sent me away,
the country in war,
away i was to go,
to the king of another country,
i was a gift,
no more that a pile of meat to him,
what was i to do?
a week after i arrived i was used,
used by the king,
the humiliation,
in the night,
silent as death,
into his chamber i went,
deep in sleep,
not even a flicker of movement,
kicking him out of his bed,
a scream he did let loose,
cries for help left his lips,
everyone that could hear,
all dead,
it would be a nuisance for them to come now,
watching him scream,
scream as i came closer,
in my hand a knife,
a knife given to me by him,
the one who ruined my already destroyed life,
watching the terror in his eyes as the blade cut through the flesh,
the tender flesh under the chin,
the crimson drops that fell were not enough,
for many days i ran, ran back to him,
rage in my heart,
when it came time to kill,
i couldnt,
not him,
the hesitation killed me,
there was a reason i loved him,
he always was smarter,
he ended the war by killing the king,
he sent me,
he knew what would happen,
he knew i couldnt kill him,
he knew i would try,
the guards in his room,
made me into a living quiver,
"i hate you"
i whisperd,
"i know"
he laughed
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