Detective Brown followed the hooded cloak man
Through winding streets, and alleyways wan
She couldn't shake the feeling he was the key
To unlocking the symbol's mystery
She tailed him through the city's dark heart
Till finally, they were worlds apart
She found him in a dimly lit room
And quickly apprehended him with a boom
He struggled, but her grip was tight
She knew she had to keep him in sight
She locked him up in a cell so grim
And set to work to question him
The man was tight-lipped, wouldn't speak
But Brown was relentless, tough and meek
She dug and dug, till finally he cracked
And spilled the beans, the truth was sacked
He told her of a secret cult
That used the symbol as a mark of cult
It stood for power, wealth, and might
And those who bore it were the ones to fight
Detective Brown was shocked to hear
This tale of crime, and danger near
She knew she had to put a stop
To this illicit, criminal shop
She thanked the man, and let him be
And set to work, with urgency
For now she knew the symbol's tale
And with this knowledge, she couldn't fail.
About the Creator
James Green
Weaving words into captivating worlds, this author's storytelling will transport you to realms of imagination and leave you breathless.
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