In realm of blackened sea, the oil doth crest,
For Senate's choice averteth dark duress;
OPEC+ gathers, their verdict sparse,
Quotas unaltered, the decision pass'd.
The dollar falters, hinting at a pause,
Upon the words of king Fed's vassal lords;
To mend their honor, payrolls shall attest,
To stay their losses, data's claim is best.
Metals unearthing, a rise doth unfold,
While regal gold yet steady, undeterred;
In wait of labor's numbers, whispers told,
A looming tale our eager minds be spurred.
