The Justice waved her wand.

On her face she wore a frown.

I asked if I could speak.

She gave a nod, I laid it down.

There was this awful thing.

A prejudgemetal kind of vibe.

But when I told the truth.

She knew the others lied.

She left and then returned.

The air changed cool to warm.

That’s where time stands still.

At the eye of the storm.