In halls where whispers softly tread,
Lies the weight of words unsaid.
The gavel falls with measured might,
Casting shadows through the night.
Veils of truth and cloaks of lies,
Dance beneath the watchful skies.
Books of law with pages worn,
Hold the stories, bruised and torn.
Justice seeks the light of day,
Yet in darkness finds its way.
Silent echoes fill the room,
Where the roses dare not bloom.
In the balance, futures rest,
On the scales of time’s great test.
With every verdict, hopes and fears,
Intertwine through fleeting years.