**THREE CANDLES IN THE STORM**

**1.**

Midnight screen, the candles burn,

Hope and panic twist and turn.

Red or green, the story's told –

Not in pixels, but in **boldness** held, controlled.

**2.**

Feel the FUD? The market's groan?

That tremor shaking bone to bone?

It’s not the signal to retreat –

It’s **your courage**, finding its own beat.

**3.**

Through the dip, beyond the ATH scream,

You trade the chart, you chase the *dream*.

The greatest gain, fierce and unseen?

**Your resolve stays sharp. Your resolve stays green.**