A writ of capture, a call to bind,
A legal summons, justice to find.
With words of power, it takes its stand,
A formal notice, to appear in hand.
In the courtroom, it holds its sway,
A tool of law, to bring to bay.
A symbol of authority, it commands,
A response, from those who would withstand.
Yet behind the seal, a story hides,
Of broken oaths and shifting tides.
Of truth pursued through paper and pen,
Of reckoning called on wayward men.
It speaks not softly, nor with plea,
But carries weight of court’s decree.
A bridge between the wrong and right,
It summons shadows into light.
So “Capias” stands, both stern and cold,
Yet in its grasp, justice unfolds.
A word, a writ, a binding flame,
To call the absent — and proclaim.
