In Arab lands, the black gold doth flow,
As OPEC gathers, a mighty blow,
In Vienna's halls, they doth convene,
The quotas clash, as unseen.

Upon the waves, Taiwan's Strait ablaze,
With warship breaching yonder haze,
Mingled fires of two dragons' breath,
Of China and the U.S., a dance with death.

In distant halls, the bears do roam,
Wall Street's heartstrings, to bend and moan,
Dark omens near, whisperers pry,
S&P doth falter, as Nasdaq reaches sky.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur