In Europe fair where metals slip,
Debt-ceiling talks, tales of a ship,
Base gold doth glint, while job numbers wait,
In dollar's grip, their fortune's fate.

Of Spanish bonds a boon may flow,
From prudence in elections' show,
Their fiscal might, with grace pursue,
Citi's sight, a course anew.

When drones descend on Moscow bright,
Residents cleave to safety's light,
Kyiv's swift reply, amidst the storm,
Homes lay awry, to air assault's scorn.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur