In your temple, without shame,
I stand, without regalia.
Although you’ve withheld your name
I know you are Justilia.
Your eyes are prophetic pools-
discerning truth from lies.
You’ve been blindfolded by fools.
Remove the scarf from your eyes.
Slide your sword into my soul
(I do not fear what you will see).
Weigh the treasure that it holds.
Fair skinned goddess, look on me.