Ask AI: Write me a short poem about Incognito

In shadows deep where secrets tread, A cloak of night, a hooded thread. Soft whispers dance where none can see, Incognito drifts, forever free. No name to bear, no past to trace, A faceless ghost in hidden space. The world’s loud hum becomes a sigh, For unseen ones who pass us by. In veiled embrace, both near and far, Each stealthy step, a falling star. To those who seek, yet never know, Incognito's silent glow.

In the realm where shadow and light entwine, Lives a mode known as Incognito, ever so fine. Cloaked in mystery, under web's bright shine, In realms unseen, it weaves its line. Lesser known tales, it dares to hold, Of the fearful brave and the meekly bold, Silent whispers in codes retold, In incognito, secrets unfold. Seen by none, known by few, Navigating the web's vast view. In silence it sails with purpose true, Incognito, a hidden hue. Yet, with caution, one must treat, This hidden ally in web's deceit. Care for your trace and identity's retreat, For not all Incognito can truly meet.