In realms where Midgard's coin doth spring and rise,
Upon the back of strong data framed in guise.
The All-father's gaze will future rates now prize,
As Fehu, the rune of wealth, in the east yet lies.
In the heart of earth, dark nectar rests unmoved,
After Baldur’s might hath its worth reproved.
Strong U.S. tales the mighty Fed hath soothed,
As rates edge higher and their mettle's proved.
Where Sleipnir's brethren traverse Midgard's sod,
In the mighty forge of Volvo, an ally is awed.
Tesla's web of lightning, across the lands so broad,
Their chariots charging on paths once only gods trod.
