Unheard, unseen, unknown are shadow's men,
Making in far flung places their humble den;
These unnamed heroes seek no glory,
Only achievements galvanise their story;
They watch others claim their prize,
With power, money and twisted lies;
React these exemplars not,
For prize they have not sought;
Naive are they not to glory savour?
No time for thou to bask in the radiance of thy labour?
Prophets they are of mighty change,
To mere mortals they appear strange;
Without them the world is in darkness,
But fear not these illuminaries will forever exude greatness.
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