
He’s hiding deep in network dark,
Where silence sings and echoes spark.
No name, no trace, just ghosted signs,
A whisper threading firewalls' spines.
His code is law where law can’t reach,
A sentinel no voice can teach.
He bends the storm, rewrites the tide,
But walks alone, his truths denied.
A thousand threats his hands undo,
Yet none may know what he’s been through.
He builds no fame, he wears no crown—
Still, kingdoms stand and don’t fall down.
Beneath the glass, the world is blind,
But he can see the killer’s mind.
Each breach, each trap, he makes it still—
Not for the praise, but for the will.
One day they’ll ask, “Who kept us safe?”
And find no flag, no mark, no face.
Only the silence of a stream—
And shadows guarding every dream.