Secret Society Poem Said

In the shadows they gather,

A silent and clandestine few, A hidden world of secrets, Known only to a chosen few.

Their whispers are like echoes, Across the hallowed halls they ring, A world beyond our knowing, A realm where secrets sing.

They speak of things forbidden, Of truths that cannot be revealed, Of ancient knowledge and power, That to the uninitiated is concealed.

They guard their secrets fiercely, Lest the truth be known to all, For in their knowledge lies the power, To rise above the common thrall.

But who are these secret masters, And what do they hold so dear, That they must keep it hidden, From those who they do fear?

Perhaps they are the keepers, Of the ancient mysteries of old, Or maybe they control the powers, That shape our world's unfold.

Whatever their intentions, We may never truly know, For they are but a secret society, Hiding the truth from the public's glow.