𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙮 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙍𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙎𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙮 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜
Thought I would have some fun rewording a Robert Frost poem for cyber security because in my head the world needs more computer related poetry & I am curious how longer twitter posts look. (Image by Bing DALL-E)
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Whose network is this I think I know,
Its config lies hidden deep below,
I stand before my screen aglow,
To guard against the hackers' woe.
My fingers twitch, my mind, it races,
To keep up with the cyber chases,
Between the lines of code and traces,
To find the breaches in the spaces.
The blinking cursor seems to say,
"Can you keep the threat at bay?"
These digital woods are dark and deep,
Yet vigilance is mine to keep.
I watch the firewalls, tall and proud,
Defending bytes, a digital shroud,
But in the darkness, silent, loud,
A whisper comes, a warning vowed.
In binary language do they speak,
A world apart, data so unique,
To make the unsuspecting weak,
And from the shadows, secrets leak.
One zero, one, a pattern forms,
A swirling storm of cyber swarms,
The code it twists, it bends, transforms,
Yet I must stand against these storms.
My eyelids heavy, senses numb,
Yet still, I cannot yield or succumb,
For if I do, the world undone,
By sinister strings of ones and none.
The digital woods are dark and deep,
But I have security promises to keep,
And miles to code before I sleep,
And miles to code before I sleep.