The Docker Of Death.

This poetry describes about the Docker Of Death.

In the heart of the digital abyss, lies the Docker of Death,
An enigma, shrouded in bytes and bits, it takes your breath.
Sailing on the sea of codes, it navigates with stealth,
A silent assassin, in the realm of cyber wealth.

Its depth, unfathomable, like the darkest ocean trench,
In its cold, binary heart, no mercy does it quench.
Yet, it's not evil, merely a tool, in the hands of the adept,
Its power, its purpose, in the code, it's kept.

The Docker of Death, a paradox it seems,
A nightmare for some, for others, the stuff of dreams.
It can build, it can destroy, it can create, it can annihilate,
Its depth, its mystery, its power, we contemplate.

With every command, it dives deeper, into the abyss,
In the world of codes, it's a deadly, silent bliss.
The Docker of Death, in its depth, a lesson it teaches,
In the hands of the wise, the farthest corner, it reaches.

In the end, it's just a tool, neither good nor bad,
Its depth, its power, depends on the user, glad or sad.
The Docker of Death, its depth, its mystery, we explore,
In the world of codes, it's a legend, forevermore.
Written By,
Ivan Edwin Pen Name--Maximus.