Axis & Allies - damowords

Wellingtonʹs Return
Kissʹd by the fair ladies of Vienna
With calm countenance he waves them goodbye,
Departing on another adventure,
To claim a victory, defeat, or die;
Young Lord Lennox
Perchʹd proudly by his side,
As their plush carriage rocks beside the Danubeʹs glide.
The Duke spoke of his duel with France,
From the battle of Assaye,
To the Peninsular advance,
How many a bloody day
As talk drifted toward the chance
Of him marching in May,
ʺI feel that month would be a month too soon,
One would imagine the middle of June.ʺ
In famous fields they paused for gin
Where ribald Redcoat wit
Effused like sin, ʺSir, shall we winʺ
The duke observʹd them spit,
ʺGive me enough of those men there & Iʹll be sure of it.ʺ
Blenheim
31st March
Romantic Interlude
Embraced by such a lovely summers day
Brilliant Brussels sparklʹd in the sun,
Along a gentle, tree‐linʹd parkland way
The doting De Lanceys, arms lockʹd as one,
Walkʹd lost in love,
Empassionʹd feeling true,
While lazily above clouds drifted cross the blue.
She whisperʹd softly in his ear,
ʺDarling I am so happy,
The city seems so far from here
Midst this idyllicity...ʺ
With one long velvet kiss so dear
United heart flies free
For one perfect moment of happiness ‐
Pierced by the gruff voice breathless with distress.
ʺSir, youʹve been summonʹd by his Grace.ʺ
Her pretty hearts flurry,
With skin like lace she strokʹd his face,
Washʹd away all worry,
ʺSwift my sweet, Iʹll brew some tea & ink thy quills, now hurry.ʺ
Brussels
15th June 1815
15:00