In the chambers of time where justice seeks her throne,
The scales of truth are weighed, in silence and in stone.
Each word a whisper, each verdict a call,
In the shadowed halls where echoes rise and fall.

Blindfolded she stands, her gaze never swayed,
With a sword of reason and a balance well arrayed.
Through the murmur of hearts, the clamor of the mind,
She listens to the stories of humankind.

In the court of conscience, where laws find their voice,
And every soul is given the right to choice.
A tapestry woven of rights, wrongs, and grace,
In the fabric of time, justice finds its place.

Oh, silent echo of truth, guiding through the night,
In your eternal quest, may wisdom take flight.
For in your gentle hands, the world entrusts its dream,
To rise above the discord, to find the light’s gleam.