772. She walks alone where fire and silence meet,

SONNET 772
By JH Sayyar
She walks alone where fire and silence meet,
A lioness in courts where whispers dwell;
With steady voice and not a soul to cheat,
She dares the thrones where trembling cowards fell.
No veil of power dims her searching gaze,
No storm of slander shakes her tempered will;
Though bound by law, her truth ignites a blaze,
And hushed hypocrisies grow loud and shrill.
She bears no crown, yet queens have knelt in fear,
For justice speaks when silent hearts arise;
The ink she spills is mightier than spear,
Her calm defies the thunder in disguise.

Though storms howl and shadows plot her fall,
She stands—a challenge carved in marble wall.