In shadows deep where truths reside,
A whisper calls from justice’s side.
With scales in hand, she walks the line,
A beacon in the dark, divine.

Her voice, a melody of right,
Pierces through the longest night.
She seeks no favor, fears no name,
Her touch a fair, impartial flame.

For every heart that yearns for peace,
She stands to make the chaos cease.
A guardian of the voiceless plea,
Her oath to set the captive free.

So let us rise and heed her call,
To strive for justice, one and all.
In every action, thought, and dream,
She guides us toward a brighter gleam.