Justice is a woman with green eyes which are so piercing that one feels her gaze penetrating into your soul.

Justice holds a sword upright in her right arm. The hilt and pommel of the sword are studded with jewels, mostly deep, blood-red rubies cut into the shape of a heart. The cutting edge of the sword is honed to a sharpness which can tear through lies and punish the guilty.

In her left arm, Justice holds a set of scales which are balanced. However, in one of these bowls sat my heart. And in the other sat hers. So while Justice may not care, i did.

And then she spoke. ‘I don’t see us being together.’

So saying, she inverted her sword and touched my heart gently. And before my disbelieving eyes, the tissue and muscle began to crystallise and take on a gleam which only the most precious gemstones have. The pink tissue turned a deeper hue of red, gaining transparency and a crystalline brilliance – a fire which began to flare deep in the bowels of the gemstone, pulsating and beating, lending her face a soft, reddish glow.

Gently, she picked up the gemstone and pressed it into the hilt of her sword. The stone sunk in as though she were pressing it into warm butter. And then she spoke gently, with a sad smile: ‘learn what you really want, and if you love again, the fire in this gemstone will begin to fade away into nothingness. Learn what you really want.’

She’s right. She is Justice.