Themis
Law, order, and custom—
She is a Titan.
Everything is in the direction.
She is decisive.
Shaped like a set of scales,
She spread harmony.
Ruled by Venus,
She is beautiful.
Organized, resolute, pulchritudinous—
It became a stereotype.
She must be so blessed,
A one of a kind, kind-hearted lady.
But if only people can see—
Confusion orbiting in her head.
The rage she tries to cease.
The chaotic world she’s living with.
Themis is not what is described.
Originally, she is indecisive.
She’s full of wrath within.
She thrives with chaos in.
Picture her perfect.
Superior, distinctive, and titan.
But she’s kept locked in—
She’s no harmonious.
Themis is a fighter of demons,
Living inside her soul.
She can not touch you,
Because that’s her nature.
Law, order, and custom—
Because she’s a titan.
People must believe she’s sane?
And she’s certainly rational.
