Like Laura of Old/Evil, I

Ands so the good never see justice.
Because justice is in the mind of the beholder.

Justice is yet to be served.
Though for the good justice is deserved.

Though the lines of
"right" and "fair" are blurry,

And I compose these
Trite words in a hurry,

Call me a cynic,
But one,
Only one,
Refuses to be deserved.

Because she simply does not want to be.
Only to be there to admire,
Like Laura of Old.

She is untouchable and untouched yet.

What happens when the Good is denied
His justice?

Why, the Good becomes Evil.

Why dost the beautiful sweet leave
Evil, me?

I, Evil,
Envious,
Hateful,
Treacherous,
Evil, I.

Why must the maiden of lover Petrarch
Haunt Evil, my mind
With her charm
And absence of it?

Justice hasn't been served.
Not for Evil, I.

Wouldst thou play games
With Evil, my mind?

Right before
Evil, mine eyes?

Dost thou love Evil, me
That little,
Laura of Old?