My Master's Call
By T.W. Ambrose

I stand alone

awaiting my master's call. My room is large, with many comforts, yet I wait in corner per my master's wishes. He does not call often, yet when he does I know I am needed.

I know not the passing of time, day and night; spring or fall these mean nothing to me. I am not board, I am eager to wait, for I know there will be another time where my master needs me.

I hear the trumpet, war is upon us. My master races to me and side by side we take the field. To see us fighting hand in hand is poetry, his arm my steal, my master and I are one, and no one can stand against us. When the battle is over, my master takes me; he wipes away the blood away, he sharpens my blade.

I stand alone awaiting my master's call.

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Author’s Note
Although I don’t plan on making it a habit of publishing my own work, or publishing reprints; however this work has always been special to me. It was first published in Alien Skin Magazine, however they don’t archive and I wanted it to be available to another generation of readers.

Bio
T.W. Ambrose is the Managing Editor of Digital Dragon Magazine. When not editing he works on his writing and had been published in a variety of magazines.