Within the halls of knowledge vast,
Where questions asked and answers cast,
The challenge met, and wisdom gleaned,
From students' minds, true understanding weaned.

Sad tidings from the Naspers bower,
Their earnings, once in bloom, did cower,
Sore losses from the dragon's lair,
As Tencent's profit falls to thinning air.

Two knights, with banners raised anew,
To contest for honor, tried and true,
As voices raised in protest sang,
In fateful contest, on the winds they hang.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur