The Phantom of the Forums


A shadow lurks with many a face,
A master of disguise, yet leaves no trace.
Posts appear like ghosts in the night,
Burying truth, dodging the light.
One name? Two? Perhaps even three—
A puppet dangles, yet claims to be free.
Echoing loudly, drowning the room,
Spreading division, sowing the gloom.
No regions to share, no art to create,
Just endless chatter, laced with hate.
Hijacking boards with a flick of the key,
Yet pretending to be part of "we."
But riddles unravel and masks grow thin,
A hollow voice cannot truly win.
For those who build, who craft, who dream,
Will always rise, while shadows scream.
So let the puppets dance and play,
Their tangled strings give them away.
We see, we know, and we stand tall—
Truth and creation outshine them all.