"The Fibonacci Pulse" technique learned after several years

In whispers soft, the market sings,
Of rising tides and flighty wings.
A Fibonacci swirl foretold,
The bulls rise bold, their story told.

But shadows loom where traders frown,
Whispers speak of plunges down.
Retracements keen, resistance bare,
A market’s breath laid fully bare.

Like waves that crest and fall anew,
The charts recount their rhythmic cue.
A bounce foretold, yet downward stare,
The cadence of the market's care.

So watch the lines that traders know,
And heed the ebb where currents flow.
For in the charts' poetic grace,
The rise and fall finds its own space.