Figure quite imposing donting to many
the scale she offers forth
is deceptive to most.
The weighing of souls
good deed or bad.
Tolling of judgement rendered
iron clad.
The weight of the masses
drive even them mad.
Lives are finite measure them such
even the scale rendered blind
knows that much.
For the scale measures time as well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem