As dusk's shroud unfurls on the east-land's moors,
In rigid discourse for lives returned, not lost.
Qatar's pledge, a pause from war's relentless roars,
In hostage trade and captive cost.

Neath waves of grain in Albion's tender care,
Gold coins pour from Nissan's brimming hand.
In lea and stone, their vow to share,
Electrifying chargers 'cross the land.

The mighty dollar, once roe in swift river's flow,
Drags its tail in sluggish autumn's plight.
With weakened tread in the market's shadow,
It seeks resurgence in the dwindling light.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur