They all eyed me silently considering my worth, they hated and still reached out their hands to claim a piece

Held at the end of a sword I diligently obliged every demand, back straight eyes forward I stood a citadel of decipline dedicated to service.

They held me high over their heads so that I was always within reach.

A gilded scapegoat to bare their hate and resentment when all was in ruins, to think...