Servant and Master

Days full of trial and dread
With only a smile that fell on that face
Free from what seemed like being a slave

For a Master like his own
War was only peace
Sorrow is happiness

When others ruled with an iron fist
His master ruled with a soft fist
Only when punishment was need
Would that fist harden
Even then the servant did not turn

He made everything worthless, valuable
This Master was unique among the common
When everyone was in defeat
He felt as if he had victory

Never was he discouraged when others encouraged
Him to be imaginary
His ideas to be faulty

Where no one stands is where
They stood