Note: Obviously the character I am trying to portray is not my own. I just like to get into character's heads, twirl things around, and try to see what makes them tick.

Never before has anyone known

The rock and hard place I find myself between.

Where do I turn?

What do I do?

Traitors are not seen in shades of gray

When darkness and light are out for blood. . .

My blood. . .

One way or the other.

No time to maneuver or room to move,

Only act,

For the hour has come. . .

A promise at hand. . .

Time to make my last stand.

I’m not ready,

But that is neither here nor there.

For now. . .

It is time to see what fate has planned. . .

Forgive me.