In the depths of Hot Copper’s threads,Where traders often lose...

In the depths of Hot Copper’s threads,

Where traders often lose their heads,

The LTR forum lies in peace,

For now, the nightly battles cease.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silver light,

The forum rests, no posts in sight.

Arguments paused, opinions still,

Silence reigns, a tranquil thrill.

No heated words or fiery quips,

No urgent tips from eager lips.

The screens are dark, the voices mute,

The endless scroll at last minute.

In dreams they drift, the traders rest,

No stocks to pick, no shares to test.

Tomorrow’s dawn will break the spell,

With fresh debates and tales to tell.

But for now, in this quiet hour,

No one fights for wealth or power.

In slumber deep, they find reprieve,

As all the forum members sleep.

Let this peace endure awhile,

A break from all the market’s trials.

For in the night, all worries drop,

The LTR forum, the fighting stops.