In Huskies' lair, a clash of faith,
Ducks rival, ending in wraith.
A pass so late, in final gasp,
Won tides of fortune in their grasp.

A ship sailed forth towards distant crests,
Urined drink quenches the desperate guest.
But destination's mockery spun,
His Americas were undone.

For Africa's offspring, an errant mist,
Unknown Brazil in unclenched fist.
Dreams of North, in promise weaved,
Yet South's deceit cruelly received.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur