E → C

Fourth step: major third

Behind the veil of reverence

smiles justice. She sees everything

without ever being seen, sword

in hand, a steady grip.

Two men bow before her,

a grain of salt on her golden scale,

a grain of sand, four half-steps from

her blade to their necks.

"Hereby I seal your promise 

to remember, with blood. A promise then,

now an oath. As the beginning, so the end. 

Punishment you shall have, payment in advance!"

The sword comes down, a steady grip,

runs through the necks and clangs

against the block. The sound travels like pain

from their heads to their toes and out in the world.

Imperfect consonance, a wickedness in the cut,

the blood has marked the field. Justice made

two headless knights and she made them thus:

major third, going down.