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.