You think you’re mighty, cloaked in shadows deep,  
Using your brotherhood in a game you’d like to keep.  
Peering and gawking using my neighbours,
Chessboard pawns sent to my front door,
Have me followed by your brotherhood fans, 
All part of your evil plans.

Using the media, masked as anonymous, you think you’re bold and free,
Hurling stones from safety, your venom aimed at me.
With every hateful comment, you think you’ve found your way,  
A clever guise for villains who lurk and wait and prey.  

Your past predator ways are not offset
For your arrogance seems to forget.

You see me as a woman, designed to cower low,  
Oh, but you’ve mistaken strength for silence, don’t you know?  
I’ve watched your words unravel, your poison in the light,  
With careful scrutiny, I’ve tracked you through the night.  

Three paths I’ve laid before me, your tales will make amends,  
The patterns of your phrases, the marks that you defend.  
Now in this space between us, a warning I bestow,  
For each maligning moment brings your reckoning—this you’ll know.  

Predator of shadows, your time is running thin,  
Your brotherhood will see what you doing,  
Your mask will crack and falter, the truth will come to sway,  
For in the end, it’s clarity will brighten up the day.