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Love upon the Libran Scales...

Posted to Action Poetry




Here I stand at the center of the scales, weighing the Love, Truth and Justice of a human Heart. One confesses...shines the Light upon the darkest crevices of his Being. And I, a rare witness to such events, am for once without the ability to judge. Though I am being judged. My response is required, but I am unable to move. The Ace of Spades has caught me in an unanswerable riddle. Should I try to reflect? Reveal my own dark corners? But I am not the one on trial! The verdict was 'death' from the start, was it not?