A hacker

In the quiet hum of a flickering screen,
Where the lines of code weave a digital dream,
A whisper of caution, a flicker of dread,
Lurks the shadow of zero days, silently spread.
Unseen vulnerabilities, hidden from sight,
A breach in the armor, a thief in the night,
With a flick of a wrist, they dance through the door,
Exploiting the secrets that we can’t ignore.
Oh, zero days, you sly little sprite,
In the realm of the hackers, you thrive out of sight,
An echo of chaos, a spark of despair,
You challenge the guardians, laid bare and aware.
From the depths of the dark web, your whispers arise,
A treasure for some, a curse in disguise,
The race against time, the patching, the fix,
In the cat-and-mouse game, it’s a perilous mix.
Yet in the heart of the struggle, resilience will bloom,
As we fortify walls, dispel shadows of gloom,
For knowledge is power, and vigilance key,
In the fight against threats, together we’ll be.
So here’s to the coders, the dreamers at night,
Who strive to protect us, to keep wrongs from right,
With every new dawn, we’ll stand strong and brave,
In a world of zero days, it’s hope that we save.