In times of yore, in land of Eastern glow,
Where gold and metals oft would stir the hearts,
As Chinese lore did yield a glimmering show,
Yet mixed, like fire and water, each did part.

The dollar rose, as timid traders steel
Their wary hearts 'gainst coin's capricious fate,
With bated breath they waited, anxious, still,
Upon the CPI, their minds in debate.

The tale of Inditex, merchants of thread,
Their coffers full, with tender earnings teem,
As noble growth, a path they sought to tread,
Ensured in claims of margins ever keen.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur