He Sat, She Sat - my entry for @robyneggs's Poetry Dice Challenge

He sits, with his fat finger on the scales of justice,
       tossing dice with his moods,
Secure in his power, his fortress:

And as they fall, we are sentenced, locked
       in our unhappiness,
Each tear metered, recorded, clocked.

But she sits in a simple tower,
       reading from a different book,
Trusting always that love will flower.

Here is the link to the announcement by @robyneggs, with thanks for this wonderful spur to creativity.