A Bitcoin poem:
The Ballad of the Invisible Coin
In circuits deep, where shadows play,
A whisper bloomed one fateful day—
A coin not forged by hammer’s might,
But born of code in endless night.
Satoshi’s breath, a fleeting spark,
Lit freedom’s flame against the dark.
No vaults of stone, no king’s decree,
Can chain its dance, so wild, so free.
The blockchain hums, a river’s tune,
A ledger carved beneath the moon—
Each miner’s whirr, a thread of trust,
Weaves gold from air, from dream, from dust.
Through wires it leaps, a phantom gleam,
A rebel’s hope, a tinker’s dream.
No greedy hand can clutch it tight,
It slips like stars through grasping night—
A penny’s worth, a fortune’s span,
It rests in every seeking hand.
Yet shadows creep where light does fall,
False tongues weave snares to trap us all.
But still it shines, unbowed, unbent,
A silent vow, a testament—
To worlds remade, to chains undone,
A coin for all beneath the sun.
So sing its tale, both bold and strange,
Of wealth that shifts, of tides that change.
From Satoshi’s shade, it took its flight,
A spark to set the world alight—
Bitcoin, the gleam no storm can claim,
A riddle wrapped in freedom’s name.
