In the realm of gold and silver, a dance is foretold,
EUR climbs the mountainside, unbraced yet bold.
Yet like a goat it butts, eager for domain more vast,
The snail's pace of gain, forgotten in the past.

In Thailand's verdant field, a new star rises bright,
Like a rabbit chased, it avoids the knight.
Yet the hounds of power growl with insatiable hunger,
A hare's victory, but a fleeting wonder.

The dwellings of Barratt face an untimely rain,
As the hare seeks cover, the dog feels the strain.
From field to homestead, the echo of dread's bell tolls,
For the snail of interest, an uphill struggle unfolds.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur