Shadows

O’er distant seas the Western Legend sails,
Resplendent with her Technology fine,
Yet aboard am I, and security fails,
As their secrets become duly mine.

Such formidable barriers they pain to erect,
And personnel pure do only select,
To drink of their Wisdom, and all it entails,
This Technology Grand, their Electronic Grails.

Guarded by eyes, vigilant and remote,
Whether in port, or insular and afloat,
Though veneers of security are inherently thin
If the enemy himself is already in !

Aye, no personal risks be considered too large
Juxtaposed the sweet rewards of espionage.