Axis & Allies - damowords

Battle Lines
So even Fate must pass upon Midgard
The Devilʹs ruse had rusht the Gods to war,
The Lion loosenʹd from Britannia’s yard
Ferried by Neptune to a foreign shore;
To take his place,
With Tyr, the Cockerelle
& Toutatis to face the fearsome hordes of Hell.
The air grows thick as evil scent
Spread sickness abroad, applies
A noxious cloud, the air is rent
By night‐black clusters of flies,
Wyrd Dragonflights hath formʹd a tent,
Smoke cloaks the darkling skies,
Some trompblast calls the legions to array,
The armies of Satanus on display.
On clinquant rays three saints descend,
George Michael & Denys,
Holiest blend! merged to defend
The dreams of Liberty,
Blades sharpenʹd for the battle, feather’d backs against the sea.
Europa
A Savage Affray
Cockerelle leapt across the grassy plain
Assisting fellows tussling with Odin,
Together Tyr & Toutatis lay slain
& all the world was echoing the din
See Saint Denys
Transform’d into a Hart
Chased by these great Boar three, hoof‐pounding as they dart.
Now to the scene of despʹrate fight
Enveloping Saint Michael,
Some foulish serpents pois’nous bite
The beautiful bladesman fell,
Down to the morass in ful flight
Saint George would dive pell‐mell;
Disappearing neath flailing tooth & claw
To burst up with his kinsman, soakʹd in gore.
All in the midst of thick melee
The rampant Lion fought,
Driven slowly toward the sea,
Albionʹs precious moat,
Deep gouges in its surly loins, wylde Harpies at itʹs throat.
Europa