From the east, hails the damning decree,
Protesters of Putin wrapped in chains by decree.
As arrows in quiver, frustrations they did bear,
Now meet winter's chill in the bear's icy lair.

Lo, the eagle prepares for a distant fight,
Sends forth its warriors, filled with might.
To the land betwixt two seas, they fare,
Steel serpents sail, warning others to beware.

Giants of commerce, in cities of stone,
Bid their workers leave hearth and home.
As wave displaces driftwood upon the frothy brine,
So are men moved in the march of time.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur