Night Court

The court stands silent in the night,

A solemn place devoid of light,

The walls adorned with ivy vines,

And memories of long-gone times.

Within its halls, the judges sit,

To mete out justice bit by bit,

Their words like hammers on a block,

Resolving disputes with a knock.

And as the moon rises high above,

The court below is filled with love,

For justice is a noble thing,

And in its presence, we all can sing.

So let us honor this sacred place,

And all the justice it does embrace,

For when the night is dark and long,

The court remains a bastion strong.

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To those who've read these words I've penned, I send my regards, my grateful friend, For taking time to read my verse, And letting my words into your universe.