Upon the steppes of Russian cast, where frost and heart do duel,
A humble name, Navalny lays, his wisdom there his tool.
In the underdog lies change's seed, Putin's reign be questioned,
Extinguished flames, their light fades not, in souls remain, they're etched in.

In iron steeds of self-command, the scribes see much allure,
Audi, Volvo, BMW, a future they assure.
An office borne on tire and steel, works confines redefine,
The quill can dance in moving chariots, in every place and time.

The Tiger of the sprawling greens, his magic does unfold,
A glimpse of might, the future's script yet remains untold.
His comeback short, yet radiant, with old and new aligning,
In the echoes of his stunning swing, his saga keeps defining.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur