With heavy heart the Euro falters, weak,
Against the Dollar's fierce and stormy might;
In downward trend since words of counsel speak,
At fair ECB, where once was light.

The Viking's fury Credit Suisse doth taste,
As Georgian foe hath claimed his rights just earned;
In Singapore, the battle fierce doth waste,
Their safeguard failed, a lesson's price must learn.

In shadow-blackened seas the oil doth rise,
Tho' Russia doubts that OPEC shall take heed;
Yet still it struggles gainst the tempest skies,
And hopes are dashed like ships upon the reef.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur