My fuse is short as is my time,
And both are not my own,
Bought and taken from my home,
Enslaved for another's use,
Some grow to hate their lives but I have not that choice,
My emotions are well hidden behind this mask of steel,
My power is unfathomable as is my cold hard will,
To many have underestimated me and now have passed away,
My attention is no longer drawn to mortal fleeting things,
Instead to the inevitable and the never has there been,
I have no ties to love it never stays for long,
The coldness of this world is what I must take hold on,
When this tournament is over and my task complete,
I will sit and ponder my life and what could have happened instead…