In days of yore, when blockchain begun,

A tale unfolded, a grandmaster plan, fortunes at hand, to be had by anyone.

Amidst the vastness of the net's domain,

A pirate crew arose, with zeal untamed.

Hark, thy digital grandeur battle cry, a quest unfolds,

An odyssey through bytes, where there be treasures to behold.

On "Cryptoblaster," their ship of might,

They roamed the seas, both day and night.

With code and compass, they charted their way,

In search of treasures at sea beyond the bay.

Through storms of data and tempest's tests,

Sailing with courage, chanting there is no second best.

To the mining caves, with pick and spade,

They sought the coins that never fade.

A miner's pick, sharp as wit,

Unearth the coins, bit by bit.

Transactions weave a secret spell,

Ledgers whisper, but never tell.

All a flutter, codes conspire,

Each block a puzzle to admire.

Miners race with ye hearts a-thrum,

Seeking thine coins, a digital plum.

In virtual mists and digital haze,

They forge ahead in a mining craze.

Through nodes and chains, they play a game,

In crypto battles, they'd engage,

Facing foes on the blockchain stage.

Decentralized, no one to blame.

Through tokens rare and digital lore,

They plundered bounties galore.

The blockchain grows, a living tome,

A digital space nerds call home.

Where trust is forged in ones and zeros,

A world where losers become the heros.

In their hearts, a spirit true,

Of fair exchange and honor's cue.

For pirates they were, yet some kind and fair,

A band of brothers, beyond compare.

On moonlit nights, they'd raise a toast,

To the bounties siezed that they loved the most.

However, there's something lurking in the dark,

A pungent postulate snark,

Red eyes a gleam, stealing all he has seen.

Beware the bears' icy stare,

Volatility, a villainous snare.

Bullish on bulls, absent for fools,

No time for shit coin nor thy memes,

Can't afford to give breath to wicked schemes,

Whales charge forth,

For thine dreams they sell,

Frenzied market's tempting spell.

In this cryptic ballet's trance,

Fortunes found and lost by chance.

Ye must heed, with wisdom strong,

Bitcoin's dance, a siren's song.

A quest for wealth, common thine chase,

In cyberspace, saving face is a boundless grace.

Through market crashes,

banks reduced to ashes,

cycles of the past,

Their hearts remain steadfast.

For in this quest, ye shall prevail,

And live to tell the tale.

So raise up miners bold,

Thine code we uphold.

In yorn realm of thy digital fray,

A quest embarks, come what may.

#poetry