In yonder realms where golden serpents slide,
Forsooth! Thou seest their will to dive and hide.
By might of silver coin and fears unseen,
They've cast themselves beneath the ocean's tide.
Ah, lo! Here rises Amerigin's sheen,
Its worth in Eldar bloodstones, notes in green.
Ten moons attained, against the cloak of night,
To heights unseen, its voyage unforeseen.
Hark! Clangs of iron, of gilded threads take flight,
Their lustrous light fading in broad daylight.
In Chinese halls and 'neath the unknown gyre,
They lose their might, to unknown shadows' blight.
