In the east, the dragon of gold doth lose its flight,
In its lair by the World's Bank 'tis held so tight.
Foreseen is a future of plight and slight,
In the shadow of domestic storms, fear doth bite.

In the land of Ukraine, where battles surge,
Formidable schemes their foes, they purge.
With guile and wit, their strength they urge,
In a dance of deception, Russia's storm they diverge.

Unto the west, a quest yet begun,
To mine the heart of the sun,
Lithium reign, 'neath the Chinese sun,
Yet in a race for supremacy, no one's won.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur