Oh Richemont, thou merchant of fineries and wealth,
Thine profits high, yet sales doth slink by stealth.
Geopolitic storms, and inflation's stealthy bite,
Hurt thy patron's purse, cast to unsure night.

Allianz sturdy, doth keep its outlook bright,
Though profits drop, they claim 'tis but a slight.
Blame laid at catastrophe's cruel altar,
Faith in targets kept, they do not falter.

To the east, where the rising sun greets day,
Nikkei stumbles, as the Fed holds sway,
With tightening grip, and sounding alarm,
Shares shuffle lower, boding ill harm.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur