Metal's worth doth swell, as greenbacks slide,
A current fair for goods of art and trade,
Base elements, and golden treasures bide,
A shift in fortune's winds, now kindly swayed.

For Lordstown's wheeled dreams, the fates turn grim,
Of electric steads, bankruptcy declared,
Once praised by lords and rulers, vital vim,
In silent sparks, for now, their venture snared.

Aston Martin's course, to riches set,
With targets bold, esteemed upon the way,
Ere long, with might and effort, gains be met,
And prosperous future dawns in bright display.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur