In the wares of wealth, a storm dost unfold,
Valiant bond-market, its tale in turmoil told.
Economic runes reveal the coming night,
Volatility's dance in the sagas of monetary might.

In the East, where the sun on yonder shore breaks,
Lion city's bank, no change in policy makes.
Standing stalwart 'gainst the tempest's capricious song,
Winds of change blow, yet there their path belongs not long.

In the Western realm, a pact receives the raven's blessing,
Under Odin's all-seeing gaze, none contest Microsoft's pressing.
A mighty giant, Activision, 'neath their banner now shall stand,
For seventy-five billion in gold, ownership changes hand.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur