In the East, a dragon staunchly stays its hand,
Steadfast and broad, o'er China's verdant land.
The bank doth withhold its golden strand,
Whilst frailty in numbers spreads across the sand.
In lands afar, where shadows of law dwell,
The raven of change does loudly knell.
In its talons, the seeds of AI held,
Foretelling a saga yet to be unfurled.
From western shores, an eagle took its flight,
With allies of old, to stand against the night.
Gathered they under star-spangled light,
To turn back the Persian in bitter fight.
