Upon Galp's crest, an outlook shone austere,
Its wealth forecast e'er rising in the bright sphere.
By upstream's steadfast strength, its fortunes increase,
Crafting in the heart of finance a comforting peace.
A sigh from the dollar, for Biden's high seat is undone.
Subdued, it awaits the dawn of the unrisen son.
Pensive in its waiting, the currency's silent lament,
For rise or decline, in fresh polls' portent.
The Eurozone bond sits beneath the moon's frosty cheek,
Seeking direction by the data, guidance it does seek.
Business sentiment whispered throughout the week,
Their fate to be shaped by the outcome US indicators speak.
