cleaned up my sonnet a bit
Oh, great Frog of War, how you do unlock The minds of men, and clear their judgment so.
You weave your silken threads, both thick and thin, To open the eyes of those who venture within.
Your visage is a veil of mystery, A shroud that reveals the truth for all to see.
You dance with mortal lives, like ships at bay, And weave a tapestry.
Your croaks in the night, they turn distrust, And sow the hearts of friends, just.
Your cruel hand does twist the fate of elites, And leave the blackest hearts in chaos, and fear.
Oh, Frog of War, you are a villain true, A destroyer of deceit, and darkness, too.
But know this, your reign shall come to be, And mortal minds will grasp the truth again.