In cryptic dawn where bytes entwine,

Bitcoin arose from code divine.

Satoshi's vision, unseen by eye,

A global mesh where trust can't die.

Blockchain's ledger, truth unmarred,

Each block a seal that time can't scar.

Cryptography's shield, inviolate,

Guarding trades in its algorithmic state.

Miners, alchemists of the code,

Transmute data into wealth bestowed.

Proof of work, their sacred task,

Validating truths with cryptographic hash.

Finite as gold from ancient mines,

21 million units—no more signs.

Deflation's child, it rises to claim,

A store of value beyond any fame.

Volatility dances in market's light,

From lunar highs to crashes tight.

Speculators ride the speculative tide,

But Bitcoin's core remains unbroken, pride.

Will it endure as tech and laws unfold?

Or fade like dreams beneath the cold?

For now, it stands—defiant, free,

In a world where trust is currency.