The Blind Lady
I have seen her,
My Lord.
Admired from
my humble distance,
Her sword.
A "Blind Lady" of that hall.
Standing firm and tall,
Atop one dome,
Over this land,
Holding a scale of justice
in her other hand.
Blades
of her sword
and her shield
Burst in the skies.
Piercing the clouds they were
with random light.
Help guide her
with your might,
My lord.
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