An upright warrior of light
Imperious and aloof approaches
Enfolded by a chromed veneer
The Hand of Justice crosses
The gilded gates of the hall.
Few are those who seek his company
And many more watch from afar
It’s not easy to withstand
The formless pressure of the pure shine
Blameless are none of us,
And that’s what Righteousness demands
Purity of the self, a life without sins or crimes.
I dare you, child, in this ball to find
Such a noble being at all.
They exist, though, but far from arriving tonight
Are the houses representing
Everything that’s good and untainted.
Yet, perhaps only Innocence’s soothing presence
The executioner could calm.
Righteousness is cold and unforgiving,
Efficient as machinery, unfeeling.
But contrary to all appearances
He embodies the lost essence
Of his house’s core directive.
To cleanse everything that is impure,
To leave nothing that could threaten order
The sinful souls are best purged
For life to keep its splendour.
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