In the halls of Vinci, a change takes the lead,
Anjolras steps forth, to Huillard's stead he'll seed.
His name in the saga of commerce is etched,
The bard foresees a reign with no defeat or treachery leached.

Far across the sea, in the dragon's own lair,
The services' pace doth waver, yet none should despair.
Holiday feasts bring a bountiful tide,
A recovery in consumption, the market's confident stride.

EQT, the northern wolf, sets sights on a prize,
Perficient, the prey, beneath the digital skies.
For a hefty ransom, in shining gold weight,
A tale of acquisition, driven by fate.

by Æthelred the Skald

a centaur