Policeman’s Ball

Policeman’s Ball

The hall was dressed in gold and glass,

a night where sins could come to pass.

Laughter swirled like curling smoke,

whiskey burned with every joke.

The badges shone, the suits were pressed,

a room of law, of men well-dressed.

Yet in the glare of chandeliers,

there lurked the weight of unseen years.

A toast was raised, a case was closed,

a name was lost, a file deposed.

Justice danced on polished floors,

while ghosts still knocked on cellar doors.

And when the band began to play,

a shadow slipped, then walked away.

Through velvet dark and echoed calls—

the law still sways, but never falls.