In the halls of Germania, stout and strong,
Orders thrum like Thor's hammer's song.
Their wealth of might, doth foretell,
A rising from the recession's spell.

Japan's sea of stocks doth ebb and flow,
Dragged by unseen currents below,
An echo of fright, the Fed's tightening grip,
Makes the Nikkei's solid vessel dip.

From Russian skies, a dire sight,
Jets confront with unkindled might.
Against U.S. Drones, in the heavens' peer,
Do they sow, a tempest of fear.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur