Axis & Allies - damowords

Flight of the Imperatrix
Amid Quirini ruins rests a nest,
A family of eagles regal born,
Wing surfing air toward the windy West
Followers of the fringes of the dawn;
To seperate,
One seeks Sardinia,
The other meets a mate aslant Iberia.
Their siblings ply the Appenines ‐
One soars oer Sicilia,
Another spans wide seas of wine
To the shores of Africa,
The last winds thro the grand Alpine
To southern Gallia ‐
Behind these flights, returning from the east,
Their mother brings new dishes for the feast.
Maternal cry now summons home
Her battle‐bouyant brood,
Soon thro the gloam oer yonder Rome
Her family she viewʹd
Eager to greet their master & to taste the Grecian food.
Alban Hills
160 BC
Hellas
With the Western Meditteranean
Enraptured at the lilt of Latin tongue,
Golden eagles survey the Aegean
& the old league of Grecia beating strong;
These classic lands
Proclaimʹd a sister shore
As one the senate stands & votes for conqʹring war.
As Persia wooed Asia Minor,
Her made imperial queen
Thro glory‐faded Achea
Marchʹd the Roman war‐machine,
To absorb her clever culture
& all her wisdom ween ‐
Seeking a Platonic ressurection,
Osmosis‐seeping intussusception.
Tho swollen on philosophie
& pregnant with the arts,
The legions see brutality
Best way to break menʹs hearts ‐
When none survive to wave away their wives in slavish carts.
Corinth
146 BC