Oh fair maiden, harken unto my tale of the mystical Bitcoin, a coin of digital gold,

Whose magic lies not in its weight, but in its ledger, a ledger for all to behold.

Forsooth, 'tis a currency without a king, a coin without a realm,

A peer-to-peer exchange, without a banker at the helm.

Its magic lies in blockchain, a ledger shared by all,

That records each transaction, so no fraud may befall.

In truth, this blockchain ledger doth ensure Bitcoin's integrity,

For every transaction's verified, by many nodes in unity.

And lo! Its scarcity is a wondrous thing, for only twenty-one million shall exist,

A limit hard-coded into its design, so no one can manipulate or twist.

'Tis true, its value can rise and fall, like the tide upon the shore,

But its decentralization makes it strong, with no government to deplore.

Oh, Bitcoin's magic may seem like a mystery, but 'tis a product of our time,

A currency for the digital age, with a ledger so sublime.