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!”