Here I walk,
among the lines of friend and foe,
a torrent of emotion coming up to greet me.
Here I walk,
among side him, among side those I must protect.
Here I walk,
my hand as a blade,
my body as a shield.
Here I walk,
the master broken.
I must fall in after him,
into the pit of despair that consumes all.
Here I walk,
when my life begins at the end.
Here I walk,
a soulless echo in my voice,
a heartless monster in my lungs
Here I walk,
a born fighter,
a dead tool.
Here I walk,
to provide the darkness,
my master needs to be alight.
Here I walk,
my heart scarred,
and my mind wandering.
"Peko! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE!"
Here I walk,
alone.
Yet, his smile has a power,
a power that I didn't need,
but he needed himself.
The power the blade did not have.
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