In skies above, a hunger wakes,
As flight's demand th'industry shakes,
Alas, constrained, they battle through,
As engines, chips, and workers few.

In realms of gold, a storm doth rise,
For merging banks, the treasury spies,
Interest's swell and chaos' quell,
To hold their hoard, they join the swell.

By Ocean's gate, they sought renown,
Submersible and deep sea's crown,
A bond, with fame and science, tied,
In murky depths, a truth to hide.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur