With the blistering selling of Bitcoin's shining light, then metaphorically I have this to say kind dames and sirs:

Do not let this rally go gently into that good night,
Dark red candles burn and rave at daily close,
Rage, rage against the selling of the light (1)

Though Bears until the end say down is right,
Because their asks relentlessly mount,
They do not go gentle into that good night

Good Bulls! These last few, crying their plight
Of how their frail bids might yet save 10k,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light (2)

Wild men who bought too early & saw the price in flight
And learned, too late, of bearish might
Do not go gentle into that good night

Grave Bulls, near death, who see with blinding sight
Savage bears who short with abandon into support
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

And you, my fellows, there upon the heights,
Curse Bears, bless Bulls, and with fierce tears I pray,
This rally does not go gently into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.