In land of rising sun, a scene quite dire,
Two iron birds in fated meeting, catch the sky afire.
Alas, fair Haneda weeps with doomed desire,
Stricken field of winged dreams reduced to mire.

In eastern pearl of Hong Kong, strife does embroil,
A knight named Lai, by law, is brought to royal foil.
Accused of weaving plots in foreign soil,
His pleas of innocence deepen the coil.

Bright Venture funds, we look upon you with doubt,
Your prophecies of fortune, we scout with clout.
Lustrous dreams may shimmer and spout,
But 'tis solid gold we seek, not impish bout.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur