In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A man sits, lost in crypto's sway,
Dark hair, devil's horns aglow,
Red tail wraps neck, a wicked show.
Three coins he holds, with fervent grasp,
Bitcoin's symbol, a treasured clasp,
Gold and bronze, with secrets told,
In his eyes, a haunting gold.
An open book, with wisdom's might,
Lies before him, in the fading light,
But demons whisper, with siren's call,
Tempting dreams, of wealth's dark wall.
The lamp beside, with warm gentle beam,
Illuminates, a troubled dream,
A painting hangs, a muted hue,
Witness to secrets, old and new.
In this dim room, where darkness reigns,
A soul is torn, with crypto's gains,
The man's gaze, with intensity burns,
As he weighs risk, and wealth that yearns.
His fingers trace, the coins' design,
A tactile connection, to digital coin's shine.
The air is thick, with tension's weight,
As he contemplates, a high-stakes fate.
The crypto market's volatile heart,
Beats like a drum, in his restless art,
Up and down, the numbers dance and spin,
A digital game, where fortunes win.
He sees the charts, the trends, the rise,
The fleeting moments, where fortunes disguise.
The thrill of chase, the fear of loss's chill,
Keep him entrhralled, in this cyber thrill.
Outside, the city pulses, alive,
A world away, from this cryptic drive,
But in this room, the man's alone,
With his obsessions, and digital throne.
The shadows deepen, the night draws close,
As he decides, with a gambler's pose,
To hold or sell, to win or fall,
In the crypto game, where winners stand tall.
A man sits, lost in crypto's sway,
Dark hair, devil's horns aglow,
Red tail wraps neck, a wicked show.
Three coins he holds, with fervent grasp,
Bitcoin's symbol, a treasured clasp,
Gold and bronze, with secrets told,
In his eyes, a haunting gold.
An open book, with wisdom's might,
Lies before him, in the fading light,
But demons whisper, with siren's call,
Tempting dreams, of wealth's dark wall.
The lamp beside, with warm gentle beam,
Illuminates, a troubled dream,
A painting hangs, a muted hue,
Witness to secrets, old and new.
In this dim room, where darkness reigns,
A soul is torn, with crypto's gains,
The man's gaze, with intensity burns,
As he weighs risk, and wealth that yearns.
His fingers trace, the coins' design,
A tactile connection, to digital coin's shine.
The air is thick, with tension's weight,
As he contemplates, a high-stakes fate.
The crypto market's volatile heart,
Beats like a drum, in his restless art,
Up and down, the numbers dance and spin,
A digital game, where fortunes win.
He sees the charts, the trends, the rise,
The fleeting moments, where fortunes disguise.
The thrill of chase, the fear of loss's chill,
Keep him entrhralled, in this cyber thrill.
Outside, the city pulses, alive,
A world away, from this cryptic drive,
But in this room, the man's alone,
With his obsessions, and digital throne.
The shadows deepen, the night draws close,
As he decides, with a gambler's pose,
To hold or sell, to win or fall,
In the crypto game, where winners stand tall.
The Sunday Circle