In the chamber where secrets speak,
Stands young Holland, with mind so deep,
A thrilling tale, their triumph lies,
In the tapestry woven by Apples eyes.

Far in the East, where dragons wake,
No fiery breath doth inflation take,
Their golden hoard stays cool and still,
Whilst Western banks toil up the hill.

Heralds proclaim a pact anew,
AstraZeneca and Quell pursue,
A healing touch, their quest doth start,
For autoimmune ill, they seek an Art.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur