In halls of gold where shadows tease,
The steel-price rises like the seas.
By weak dollar, in tumultuous strife,
Uncertainty weaves the skein of life.

Yet at the dawn of a fresh week's birth,
A softened cost of the black earth's girth.
Though kingdoms of Saud and Bear tighten their hold,
In barrels dark, the liquid gold.

From East, a wind stirs, strong and lean,
Bond yields rise in the lands unseen.
Japan whispers of interest's rate,
Guides the Eurozones impending fate.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur