THE GROVE

Deep in the Grove, where the shadow's arose,

There are secrets and lies, that the Owl only knows,

Slumber in mystery of power's plight.

Changes and plans are kept out of sight.

Established for years, as the membership grew;

Shattered lost cares that the Redwood's drew,

It offers up nothing for me and for you.

We aren't the privileged; the chosen few.

The projected man, with the hooded hat on,

Is touted as part of the Grove's deep "beyond".

Out of the skull and it's bones beneath,

Is the mystery of it's true belief.

Don't bring your cameras; it has all it's own.

Don't make a motion; your movement is known.

Deep in the Grove, where the shadow's arose, 

There are secrets and lies that the Owl only knows. 

dcseilerjr - 7/13/2012