Coco, she of Gauff, seized the court's golden crown,
Defeating Sabalenka, in the third round she was found.
Like Thor's fierce hammer, her will did pound,
In our memory shall this victory resound.

In Morocco's rich soil, a serpent did stir,
Unleashing an earthquake, causing death to occur.
Yet amid the wreckage lies the efforts pure,
To free those entrapped, with rescue secure.

Finally, the twilight, for the cable TV's reign,
Symbolises an endgame, a new king to ascertain.
Like the turning tides beneath the hurricane,
In the realm of shadows, the old giants wane.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur