In India's vast realm, the digital plug's oft drew,
Their sovereign, heroic, conducing nets curfew.
No land under heaven their action combined,
All solitudes silenced, all voices confined.

In the Land of the Rising Sun, a fall did transpire,
Nikkei dwindled by nought point two, a scene dire.
Through the haze of caution, in the Fed's tightening wind,
The might of electron's heartbeats did rescind.

Inditex, in splendour, holds the buyer's heart fast,
As sales tread the floor of forecasts surpassed.
For their year's margin, stable, and broader their boon,
Rides the wave of their fortune, blessed by markets monsoon.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur