In mighty Gaza, heart of war and strife,
Al-Shifa wept, drained of life's delight.
A wretched mead-hall, carved by blade and knife,
As rule of Gods was cast in raven's night.

In land afar, 'neath sturdy oak and pine,
Did Michiganders seize the day with might.
Though Harbaugh absent, through treachery not thine,
They battled, prancing in midday's bright light.

Pope's wrath did smite in lands across the sea,
And stripped the Bishop of his mighty reign.
Fair Tyler weeps, in gilded misery,
As once strong voices, now do sing of pain.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur