Upon the vast Siberian plain, two giants dance in somber game,
Where oil, 'neath the earth, lies in wait, merged into power's throbbing state.
Yet they tread, these titans vast, within Aramco's shadow cast,
And thrice the yield of Exxon's might, they pledge to birth in darkened night.
In the East, where dragons reign, one name strikes a chilling strain,
A trusted vassal takes the wheel, of secrets' loom and shadows' reel.
Xi's Enforcer, bold and grave, weaves a world where shadows pave,
Alas, the West, with startled gasp, beholds a serpent in its grasp.
Devastation marks the path where Hezbollah incites wrath,
'Gainst proud Israel they conspire, in stealth and guile their sole attire.
Hence, they lurk, unseen, unheard, pouncing like a spectral bird,
Torn and tattered, yet they persist, in this ceaseless, haunting tryst.
