In the land where dragon meets willow's crest,
Bank of Jade finds itself free, unpulled by East's pest.
"The Raven squawks no more!" they claim in jest,
Accusations like snow hare in its forest nest.

In the vast bazaar, where gold and trinkets doth rest,
Hides the beast of a fund, whose heart beats not in its chest.
Tech giants dwell, like goats gathering in a fest,
Wall Street slips, like hound on icy quest.

Dollar stands firm, like a snail in hardy zest,
Yet like rabbit, could scamper when put to the test.
Falling leaves of jobs, could stir the birds from their nest,
A sudden turn, could send it on a westerly quest.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur