A digital creation, borne of the night.
Thy blockchain, a ledger of mystic lore,
Where transactions dance and fortunes soar.
But hark! Thy volatility is a fickle dance,
For one moment thou art in joyous trance,
And in the next, thy value doth decay,
Leaving investors weeping, in dismay.
Thy miners toil, like alchemists of old,
Solving puzzles, seeking treasures untold.
Electricity hums, as they labor in vein,
Hoping for rewards, their efforts not in vain.
Yet, fees and congestion plague thy domain,
Thy scalability questioned, causing strain.
A tangled web of transactions delayed,
While thy enthusiasts cry, “Be not afraid!”
Oh, Bitcoin, thou art a revolution bright,
Transforming finance with thy decentralized might.
But tread with caution, lest thou be beguiled,
By promises of wealth, like dreams beguiled.
For in this realm of cryptographic art,
The risks and rewards play a fickle part.
May thou find thy fortune, or else endure,
The winding path that Bitcoin does ensure.
