Biden's fated doom approacheth, fair and clear,
The ancients' wisdom, to youthful hearts, did they forswear,
His rule and power, birthed from a wind's subtle shifts,
Now Democrats harvest the storm that age so swiftly gifts.
Cross the briny expanse, in Gaullish markets rears a mighty wave,
Currency and bonds chant victory, the nation's coffers they save,
Against the stormcrows' cawing, allies form a shield,
Barring far-right's advance, in the second battle to be revealed.
The heart of Earth doth waver, gold's mighty future takes a fall,
Yet in the boundless void, no cries of doom do call,
With watchful eyes upon U.S. stagflation's dire birth,
A new support for precious ore, rises from the earth.
