The worm turns

A dark-eyed, black-garbed Mistress X
Her careful plan enacted
Kryptonian crystals at her ears
Kept watchers all distracted

Past cameras she walked unseen
By sensors undetected
Advanced computer firewalls
She broke through unsuspected

The government’s encryption schemes
Were easily defeated
The records of her early years
(All back-ups too) deleted

Bit by bit she wiped away
All data electronic
Some dared to try to trace her hacks
Their efforts were moronic

The paper archives suffered too
She left them brightly burning
Upon the ground she marked an ‘X’
And cried, “This worm is turning!”

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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