Black gold slips, its worth does wane,
In the agitated market's fickle maw,
Grim fears of demand, a constant bane,
And the speculators hastily withdraw.

The sovereign lands of proud Eurozone,
Where faster tightening of yarn is told,
Treads steady, with grim resolve shown,
ING perceives, this tale may soon unfold.

Nikkei ascends high, a valiant knight,
Upon wings of machinery stout and strong,
Giving Japanese hearts a bolstered light,
As inflation's harsh squeeze does not prolong.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur