Frog Frame

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Secret Society - EmProps

In shadows deep, where secrets lie,
A hidden order meets the eye.
Cloaked in robes of darkened hue,
They gather 'neath a blood-red moon.

Silent whispers pierce the night,
Candles flicker, dim the light.
Symbols drawn on sacred ground,
Mystic chants, a haunting sound.

Beyond the veil of mortal sight,
They call on powers, dark as night.
Ancient rites from ages past,
Their binding pacts, forever cast.

From lands afar, from heights of power,
They gather in the midnight hour.
Elite, renowned, in gold they gleam,
Yet bound by oaths none else could dream.

Princes, tycoons, leaders crowned,
Across the globe their names resound.
They leave their thrones, their gilded halls,
To answer dark, forbidden calls.

In shadowed crypts, by candle's glare,
They shed their masks, lay secrets bare.
From cities bright to mountain keep,
The order's pull runs vast and deep.

In velvet cloaks and silken chains,
They trade the world for shadow's gains.
Yet power's lure cannot contain
The cracks that form, the growing strain.

Yet secrets buried deep decay,
And whispers find the light of day.
A flickered slip, a careless deed,
Unveils the path of ancient creed.

A stranger's eye, so keen, so bold,
Saw glimmers of their tales retold—
The midnight rites, the hollow chants,
In shadowed woods, forbidden dance.

A parchment found, scrawled tales of dread,
Revealing all the books once read.
Symbols scrawled in hurried script,
Of pacts they swore, of souls once gripped.

The world awakened, shocked and grim,
To see what lay in shadows dim.
The names were named, the faces shown,
Their hidden ranks, all overthrown.

Now cast from darkness into light,
They hide no more from public sight.
Revealed at last, exposed and frail,
Their legacy, a ghostly trail.

Their power wanes, their secrets bare,
Lost to the world in daylight's glare.
The order's fall, a grim descent,
Their whispered oaths now broken, spent.