In Novo's land of healing wares,
A bounty pledged with utmost care,
Two billion gold, and change to spare,
For ailments' bane to make most rare.

In eastern realm of rising sun,
The Nikkei climbs, as traders run,
Awaiting wisdom, rates begun,
Decisions made when dawn is spun.

Of metal, sheen both strong and lean,
The fickle worth of Aluminum,
A pressure mounts, as excess seen,
A falling tide in autumn's gleam.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur