From the realm of Æsgard descends deal of lore,
Microsoft courting Activision, cloud-rights to ignore.
Fifteen winters hence, release they must withstand,
Excluded within EEA's far-reaching hand.

In distant, sun-kissed Australia, a tale unfurls,
Woodside Energy battles, 'gainst labor unrest it hurls.
Chief O'Neill stands valiant, quelling the storm's might,
Bringing calm to global markets, gas-lit be their night.

A gathering of nations, BRICS in name and power,
Could turn the tide and diminish the dollar's dour.
As these mighty countries meet beneath the midweek sun,
Will they cast away dependence, a new age begun?

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur