Hark! Standing tall, a graceful woman
In a pearlescent white garb, clasping a mirror & a calm, temperate serpent
This lady is reminiscent
Of deeds judged through reticence
forlorn, aged and burning blue
throat singing torrents of war and sin
She is but a pale shadow & symbol
In time lowering her snake in exchange
for a sword
She couldn’t accept anymore
Deciding then. . .
Justice would be swift and final
For all those beasts who run riot
And screamed out Justice is impartial!
& Forget the blindfold __ I carry the future/