The Cowards of the Web
By Drakaris Thalion

They hide behind a nameless screen,
So bitter, vile, and cruel, unseen.
With empty lives and hollow pride,
They hurl their hate, then run to hide.

They spit their words, they twist the tale,
They hope to watch the strong ones fail.
But little do they seem to know,
True flames will rise, let winds still blow.

They lurk in threads, they stalk the feeds,
They plant their doubt like rotting seeds.
Yet never dare to show their face,
For cowards live in dark disgrace.

They scoff at joy, they mock success,
They prey on those they can oppress.
A jealous heart, a mind so small,
They thrive on hate, but fear the fall.

Each insult typed, each cruel attack,
Is just a mirror staring back.
A fractured soul, a broken core,
That seeks to tear, but gains no more.

For fire burns where cold winds howl,
And truth is louder than the foul.
No matter how their voices swell,
Their bitterness will be their hell.

They build their towers made of spite,
Yet shatter when exposed to light.
For those who rise, for those who stand,
Will crush their whispers into sand.

They strike with memes and mocking jeers,
A laugh, a scoff to mask their fears.
Yet deep inside, their hearts decay,
For joy is something cast away.

They gather in their echoed halls,
Rejoicing when a strong one falls.
Yet strength is forged in fire and stone,
While cowards die behind a phone.

Their cruelest words, their harshest blows,
Reveal the weakness no one knows.
For only those who’ve lost their way,
Would drown in hate each passing day.

They think their numbers bring them might,
Yet darkness flees the touch of light.
For truth will shine, for fire will glow,
And cleanse the filth they seek to sow.

So let them speak, let cowards cry,
Their words will fade, their hate will die.
For none can stand on lies alone,
And shadows shrink when light is shown.