The Poem
Each transaction's mark, every timestamp's tale,
Through this unseen warden, all ventures sail.
Seek what unlocks the chain's core so tight,
Send forth the word that keeps it all right.
With chains linked together, it stands as a node,
Holding each ledger, the truth that is owed.
A sentinel guarding each transaction’s trace,
Carving paths through the network’s embrace.
Its gates are unbroken, its chambers secure,
Shielding its secrets with protocols sure.
In this haven of bytes where assets repose,
Lies the guardian of wealth no intruder knows.
Deep in the darkness where circuits entwine,
A seeker is drawn to the treasure it finds.
No pickaxe nor shovel to carve through the night,
But puzzles unravelled by sheer mental might.
In the rhythm of blocks, where rewards ebb and flow,
A countdown begins in the ledger’s glow.
The seekers toil hard with circuits alight,
To find their share, to claim their right.