By Odin's hand, a tale I weave,
Of far-off island where banks doth cleave,
New Zealand's shores, an inquiry announced,
Profit and competition, now thrice renounced.

As dragons soar in skies of worth,
In Silicon Valley, a beast giveth birth,
A unicorn rare, in Earth's deep heart,
KoBold Metals, Gates doth start.

Hark! To East, a land of jade,
Where forts of commerce, China made,
Borrowing rates cut, strive for renewal,
Yet uncertain chains, bind the sinew.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur