Three at the table, to the right
Two at the table, to the left
And one in the middle

Yet, there was someone listening
Not from the outside
Not from the other door
But from, on the floor

He crouches under the table
Listening, writing, and remembering

He escaped, once the meeting ended
But reached nowhere

The other room where he laid
They created a masquerade
For they knew what to do

They pinched him with a probe
He grimaced
They tried to take his soul
He remembered
They failed to behold
The greatest power of all

He said, it is time for them to fall

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