A Secret Society

January 9, 2015

A secret society

Like no other

Forms at night

No matter what kind

Of weather

We worship

And cherish

The greatest lost works

That no one seems

To care about anymore

Nights are full

Of mysteries

While days bring

Moments filled

With brilliance

A glimmer

A shimmer

Of something new

To add to this society

For generations the future only knows

We are dead poets

Only dead in one way

Nobody knows who we are

And we plan

To keep it that way

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