In halls of marble, cold and grand,
Where justice holds her steady hand,
The scales she balances with care,
In silence stands, so firm and fair.
Her eyes are blind, yet she can see,
The truth beneath a veiled decree,
With sword in hand and scales held high,
She pierces through the darkest lie.
No favor shown, no bias held,
Her judgment just, her wrath withheld,
For in her grasp, the law does rest,
A beacon for the dispossessed.
Through whispered winds and unseen night,
She guards the realm of wrong and right,
A silent guardian, ever near,
In lawâs embrace, we find no fear.