Upon Israel's brave advance,
A rescue dare to fate's own dance.
A clash of iron in ardent night,
A draft of valor sets 't right.

Now comes the call from distant Iran,
Six-fold the options ere they began.
In this dance of power, slim change in view,
Like barley brew with hops anew.

In treaty’s cup, a pledge takes form,
'Gainst tempest's wrath, a pact is born.
To shield the Gulf, a noble deed,
Unseen the fruit this seed may breed.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur