Silent drifters on the Dnipro's darkened tide,
In Ukraine's bold move against Russian might reside.
'Spite Ivan's veneer stout, a fissure begins to show,
Strategic choices, a foe's cunning bow.

As the frothy sea doth sway and rise, in Britannia's coasts we find,
Merchants' grins of gilded gains, and confidence entwined.
Yet beware, this surge might wane, if Inflation's beast retreats,
Just as a sturdy longship may flounder in rough beats.

A prediction in the south, where Underworld's hounds bay,
Seems not to mark a shift in tone, but RBA holds sway.
In the bond's small leap, and bill's brief soar, a secret may be sought,
Like Odin's ravens, Huginn and Muninn, bringing news of what's been wrought.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur