Hear now a tale, wrought from silk in the East,
Of Ant, the great merchant, from its trap released.
Treasure ensnared, by chains of bargain bound,
An opportunity gained, for lost gold to be found.

In the land where Trump's banner with pride unfurled,
Stands DeSantis, his course through the tempest whirled.
His ship upon the tempestuous sea does rest,
With both friend and foe, his endeavors are put to test.

Branded a deceiver, Balenciaga endured the frost,
A pariah in his hall, reputation nearly lost.
Cloaked in his armor, crafted from fabric's weave,
With the stars of Paris, a new saga he doth weave.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur