Golden Cross, the Signal Bright

Bitcoin gleams in morning light,

Golden Cross, a bullish sign,

Fifty climbs past two-oh-oh,

Momentum builds, the stars align.

Blocks keep ticking, strong and true,

HODL hands, the faithful crew.

Halving near, supply grows tight,

Price ascends, a dazzling flight.

Bulls awaken, run with might,

Shaking off the bearish night.

Sats on fire, hearts ignite,

Digital gold, a shining knight.

No bank, no boss, no gate, no key,

Just code and math — pure liberty.

The Cross has come, the run is near,

Bitcoin’s time — the moon is clear.