Black gold dips 'neath worry's crest,
As lands of sun and snow contest.
The goat in field, her meal is less,
So mirrors oil's uncertain rest.

In farthest east where dragons sleep,
The hare is startled, makes her leap.
Shared treasures sink in markets sweep,
Stand we at a chasm deep.

A hound and snail in partnership,
Their worth in shiny coins firm grip.
The gambler's dancer takes a dip,
As Fate and Fortuna slip.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

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