Magister, master, maestro, Mister

Good Deeds (or Goodheart), sir, why did you die?
"Well, son, I died for something sinister,
meaning on the left-hand side of the sky."
Isn't that a bad omen, Mister Miss?
"Well, no, because the law isn't what's right.
I know that many languages claim this,
but what is 'straight' is the heart that shines bright."
Mister Misther, do you miss us on Earth,
exiled so on your orbitless planet?
"Well, my son, I only missed your first birth,
but my fate is to act as Fates plan it:
Regardless, you're my constant apprentice;
tell your mother that I really meant this."
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