Hush, little one, close your eyes tight,
As I sing a lullaby in the dark of night.
Of a magical creature, a dark Bitcorn,
Whose tales of wonder I will adorn.
In the realms of code, where dreams reside,
Lived a Bitcorn that had a mysterious side.
Its color was black, like the midnight sky,
With a secret power hidden deep inside.
It roamed the fields of the digital domain,
A guardian of secrets, free from all restrain.
With eyes that glowed with a haunting light,
It wove enchantments in the starry night.
Oh, little one, fear not this Bitcorn dark,
For it carried wisdom, like a precious spark.
It whispered secrets to those who'd listen,
Unveiling truths from a realm of encryption.
It danced with shadows in the moonlit glade,
Where only the bravest dared to wade.
Its melodies were soft, a soothing hum,
Guiding lost souls until the night was done.
Through tangled forests of zeros and ones,
It wandered, singing to the moon and suns.
A harbinger of dreams, both strange and surreal,
It whispered hopes that time could not steal.
So, my dear child, rest your weary head,
In the safety of your cozy bed.
Know that the dark Bitcorn watches from afar,
Guiding you through dreams, like a guiding star.
As the night unfolds its curtain of grace,
Let the dark Bitcorn lull you to a peaceful place.
With its gentle whispers and magical sway,
May you dream of wonders until the break of day.
Sleep tight, my little one, let your imagination be born,
Under the watchful gaze of the dark Bitcorn.