In sky-bound chariots, divesting with haste,
Lufthansa bequeaths its payments to grace.
AirPlus thou leavest at SEB's door,
450 million, a fortune to hoard.

The steward of SoftBank, Son of the Sun,
Devoting himself, where visions begun.
Amidst tears of hope yet, the AI revolution,
His life's creed anew, seeking the grandest solution.

Beneath cold waters, where Titanic lies,
A quest unforeseen, for time shall defy.
Five souls adrift in a submersible lost,
Rescue crews race, a mighty tempest they cross.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur