Axis & Allies - damowords

Death of Ceasar
A queen of immaculate quality,
Power like no Roman had ever known,
A son set to secure his legacy ‐
No wonder Ceasar topplʹd from the throne;
The bloody knives
Of Brutus & his firm
Shall turn so many lives to fodder for the worm.
As a pirateʹs power vacuum
Ever fillʹd by civil wars,
The soothsayersʹ prescient doom
Curses Mark Anthonyʹs cause,
So sultry in her wooing room
Queen Cleopatraʹs claws
Unveil to win Octavian with lust ‐
But choosing not his bulging loins to thrust
He preffers paths of death‐paved arms
The world was his to grasp ‐
One bite beclams those vixen charms,
Her suicidic asp
Slithers into historic song, acidic was its rasp.
Aegypt
30 BC
Gesu
Rays of pure stardust pulse across the Earth,
According to some alien design
When diety desires a humble birth
& interplanetary spheres align,
The Starchild born,
Warm & mellow manger,
His writ the world to warn of the Devilʹs danger.
The virgin mother sent her child
To a cult of strict Essene,
With whom the Dead Sea scrolls were filed,
Ancyent prophecies to glean,
By them this little lad was styled
Until he turnʹd thirteen,
When Maryʹs boy returnʹd to Nazereth,
Naught but hell‐burning brains & smells of death.
Like sharp, shark fins the sins of man
Round the incarnate swirlʹd,
Where Romans ran their sordid plan,
Their war‐polluted world ‐
Boy tutorʹd in messiahdom or heavenʹs face unfurlʹd.
Judea
13 AD