In the dance of coins where the yen and AUD whirl,
Over four nights' fall, a rising beast may unfurl.
As seen by Oanda's keen sight,
In this trading twilight, there might be light.

In the realm of the Open, turmoil does unseat,
Altman returns, his journey now replete.
Ends the stalemate of power's game,
Boom of AI, its synonym his name.

From the far lands of Peru, a trade does bloom,
Enel's power assets in Niagara's room.
In exchange of ample riches, so grand,
A new bond formed, $1.4 billion hand in hand.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur