Hear ye now, of the pact unmade,
UBS and Credit Suisse, their accord did fade.
Under the watchful eye of the central sphere,
In the battle of finances, no armor to wear.

High stand the rates, in the land of the Star-spangled,
As coin of green verily hath dangled,
USD/SGD in the Eastern light ascends,
For the boon of high rates, its fortune depends.

Sensex on the edge, a precipice grand,
Lower it veers in the Indian land.
Lingering demons of inflation's scare,
Make sullen the faces in the Market's square.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur