They keep to the shadows for it's a clandestine affair they meet in the night ever so circumspect of the consequences. They run through the night vigilant of the enemy for secrecy is vital and errors not tolerated. They are dangerous, they are a threat, and they are willing victims.
They plant seeds of doubt and watch them grow in underhanded ways. They are sought out and persecuted for their thoughts cannot be heard. They are a cocked and ready gun waiting for the trigger to be pulled, waiting for the right moment, waiting for the infiltration, waiting for the downfall.
They keep to the shadows for they cannot be seen except for those looking they leave trails of light for those to follow. They hide in plain sight waiting for the message to spread and ever ready to move.
They keep to the shadows for it's a clandestine affair they meet in the night ever so circumspect of the consequences. They run through the night vigilant of the enemy for secrecy is vital and errors not tolerated. They are dangerous, they are a threat, and they are willing victims.