Balance
Laws struck in aurum to obey
So as to entreat you with kindness another day
Their values ever important to be retained
were placed on a placard never to be forsaken
The twisted had their way its beauty and simplicity soon lost
Chaos was the tragedies sorrowful toll and cost
A scale erected to ward the awful onslaught
To thwart what terrors the wicked had wrought
Standing tall it decreed who was just
Seething it felled
the evil with disgust
Dainty luster did dim
Gold plates transumuted to obsidian
Steel rods withered and bent
Then the great balance
never evaluated
the same again.
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