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