In northern Syria, where strife be endless,
Lo, a helicopt'r hath brought strife anew,
Twenty and two crusaders caught in mess,
Their wounds in service to the red, white, blue.

In a land of digital mirage,
Ubisoft, the minstrels of the realm,
In pursuit of time, they craft and dodge,
An Assassin's tale bright at the helm.

To fair Italia, bonds we bless,
The market cares for BTPs dear,
Five to ten in years wise men assess,
A fruitful auction, nigh they cheer.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur