From East comes a tale of the market's turn,
Kofi tales woven 'neath the sky's burning urn.
The thunder of trade hits an icy wall,
Æsir's fury in Nikkei's fall.

Epic deeds of ABN, told by scribes,
Unyielding, like the All-Father's tribe.
Yet like frigid winters, costs lay low,
Their ambition's fire, a dimmed glow.

E.ON then rides on the gale,
Great Freyr's boon in sales detail.
Wholesale's tempest at bay doth hold,
Their treasures swell, their saga bold.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur