paganism

O hallowed ruins, once so grand,

Where Themis' scales did firmly stand.

In Athens' shadow, 'neath the sun,

Now silent where her will was done.

Columns fallen, stones erode,

Along the path where justice strode.

The echo of the oracles' chants,

Fades 'midst the olive trees' advance.

Here, where right meted out to all,

No more the supplicants do call.

The temple's glory, lost to time,

Yet memory lives in this humble rhyme.

Gone the Titaness, her temple bare,

But in our hearts, her ideals flare.

For Themis' truth does still impart,

A call for justice in every heart.

Oh Themis, divine goddess of order,

Blessing all devotees who adored Her,

We call upon you to guide us O’ wise sage,

Through life as we turnover another page.

Your justice, though forever unfolding, never fails,

Overcoming violent seas, as a mighty ship sails.

In your good time, the truth shall be unfurled,

Like a beacon of light, shining brightly on the world.

Grant us the patience to await the hour,

When justice blooms, upheld by your great power.

May we act with integrity and grace,

Trusting in the fairness of your pace.

Themis, we honor your eternal flame,

The righteous path that bears your noble name.

May your scales balance, may your sight be clear,

And in your wisdom, may we persevere.