Of wedding joy turned quickly into sorrow,
And fiery end 'pon Nineveh's morrow.
As sparks flew high, so too the death toll rose,
A tragic tale of mirth juxtaposed.

Yet hark, in yonder market thread unfolds,
Where liquid gold in earthen veins is sold.
With pending draught, the prices swiftly soar,
So fill thy cask, for less may soon cost more.

Behold, H&M hath filled their coffer,
Their earnings rise, as doth a lofty offer.
A goal in sight, on margin they depend,
Praise God for bounty, may it never end.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur