Of potent potions forged for health,
Weight's burden eased by stealthy form,
The needle's sting no more required,
Ozempic's new visage adorned.

Between two mighty dragons' wrath,
The seafarers in peril's grasp,
Seek to silo their hoards of gold,
Lest the storms of war-tide surpass.

In the realm of bonds and seithes,
Rise the sales of risky pledges,
Firms submit to harsher bindings,
Navigating tempest's ledges.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur