The Breach
'Twas the night before a breach, when all through the net,
Not a hacker was stirring, no malware threat.
The firewalls were set with utmost care,
In hopes that no cyber foes would dare.
The servers were nestled, secure in their racks,
While visions of uptime danced o’er their stacks.
And I in my office, and the team in the SOC,
Had just settled our brains from a long round-the-clock.
When out on the monitor there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the console I flew like a flash,
Tore open the logs, and searched through the cache.
The alert on the screen with its ominous glow,
Gave a luster of danger to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature code, and eight tiny exploits near.
The Hacker
‘Twas a little old hacker, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be a trick.
More rapid than lightening his viruses came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Phishing! now, Brute Force! now, Trojan and Spyware!
On, Ransomware! on, Rootkits! on, Malware and Adware!
To the top of the firewall! Through open protocols!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away, all!"
So up to the network the viruses flew,
With a sleigh full of bugs, and the hacker too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the line,
The clattering bytes in a digital climb.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the mainframe the hacker came with a bound.
He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,
And his head was covered in a dark droopy hood.
A bundle of exploits he had flung on his back,
And he seemed like a ghost as he moved through the cracks.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
The thought of him here, filled me with dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He took all the files; then turned with a jerk.
Keystrokes flurried with a last breach to seal,
His presence fading, almost surreal.
My heart raced wild with a frantic beat,
As the hacker's escape seemed all but complete.
The Response
‘Twas a flash of the screen and a click of the mouse,
Soon gave me to know 5Q's in the house.
They spoke not a word, but went straight to task,
Securing the breaches and moving so fast.
With precision and speed, they launched a defense,
Detecting and responding with heightened sense.
The IRP was invoked, each step clear and planned,
Ensuring swift action, the situation well-manned.
They isolated networks, sealed every breach,
Keeping the hacker far out of reach.
Malware was quarantined, threats neutralized,
Their expertise left no danger disguised.
Logs were screened, every incident traced,
No stone left unturned; no moment misplaced.
Firewalls fortified, patches applied,
With precision and care, no threat could hide.
Data was encrypted, passwords reset,
The team's swift actions left no room for regret.
As the clock ticked on, their efforts ne’er waned,
The fortress of security they'd now reclaimed.
Their vigilance unwavering, their skills unmatched,
They vanquished each challenge, the hacker dispatched.
They sprang to their servers, through VPNs they went,
And worked like tech-heroes, with savvy intent.
But I heard them exclaim, as they logged out for the night,
"Happy coding to all, and to all a secure night!"
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