Master Mischief Poem by Caleb Datal

Harden not thy heart, oh callous master;
Be thou not sightless to thy doleful state,
Peruse thee within, horrendous monster;
Lest a remedy thou shall find by faith.
Harken, thou charlatan to thy soul heed;
For it's yearning your change, from bad to good,
Craving for satisfaction to it's need;
Listen thou vicious tyrant to thy mood.
Show some faith ruffian, have no doubt belief;
In hope's strong vigor, for thy rowdy soul,
Thou shall find solace, thy spirit relief;
Transform thyself, from thy crown to the sole.
All then shall be well, if you will but see;
What the future holds, how the end shall be.