With threads of crime, a tapestry of woe,
Designed by you, a dark and twisted show.
Evil bound, three times seven's decree,
Behind, before, a binding symphony.
Left and right, in daylight's gentle glow,
By night, the threads of justice deftly sew.
From realms below, above, the binding plea,
Life's laws entwined with threads of love so free.
Within, your conscience, held in tight embrace,
A moral tether, woven with due grace.
Let magick unfold, a solemn scene,
In sonnet's rhyme, the tale is keen.
Bound by threads, a story to unveil,
In every line, justice and love prevail.
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