She Shall Free Me

My death is my apprentice.
Still young, and not very strong.
I call myself her master
And think of her all day long.

I wish for her strength,
Determination, resolution.
For she will surely need them
To accomplish her mission.

There are days when I falter,
When I fear the dark of the coffin,
But then she'd laugh and kiss me, and suddenly
The darkness are all but forgotten.

Now I train her every day
I nourish her, I focus her.
Until, one day, when stronger than I she'll be
And give me swift and painless murder.



My death is my apprentice,
Someday surpass me she will.
But at times I wonder if I'm too young
To train a child to kill.