In shadows cast by moonlight’s gleam,
Lies justice, quiet and unseen.
Her scales, they balance truth and lies,
Beneath the ever-watchful skies.
In whispered winds, her voice is clear,
A call to those who truly hear.
She stands for right, against the wrong,
Her silent strength, forever strong.
Through trials faced and battles fought,
Justice prevails, a lesson taught.
Her path is straight, though hard to see,
A beacon bright for you and me.
So let us honor her divine,
And strive to keep her light in mind.
For justice, though she may be blind,
Will guide us through the darkest times.