Look into the dark night
About that time when the fox howls in distant parts
Gathered beneath the great baobab are knights
They gather and mumble out of sight
Shrouded in cloaks and shrouded in mystery
Even the owl cannot decipher from its high perch
What the knights deliberate with grave dispatch
In the dark of the night, where they gather
History is rewritten and posterity altered
With a stroke of that aged cane, all is made arcane
When the Knights gather
All should fear and cower
For, when dawn peeps through the dark
Men's lives would have been ruined
And nations' wealth well pruned.
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