Axis & Allies - damowords

The Vanity of Jove
Thro realms empyrean flew Gabriel,
Jove lay luxuriant neath peacock fan,
Unintʹrested as minions of hell
Spread suffering & helplessness thro man;
ʺYour majesty,ʺ
Thʹarchangel duly bowʹd,
ʺI have a dream for thee,” & conjured up a cloud…
ʺTis one shared by those lunatics,
Idolators of Hitler...ʺ
Across quintessence picture flicks
Of some darkenʹd chiasa,
“Where there should be a crucifix
There hangs a swastika…”
For Gabriel, it seemʹd, eternity
Passʹd pleading with his masterʹs vanity.
At last was heard the sovran voice,
Rush of running waters,
ʺCast is my choice, send the envoys
To the Saintly Quarters,
We are to war, send for my steed, summon the Sky
Daughters!”
Divinia
Birth of Gryphon
Uncle Sam harbours at the half moon bay
With war engines & eagles for the flight,
Gwyddion leads them on their lofty way
Within the mountains clad in snowflake white;
Where Britannia,
Most splendid banqueteer,
Has spread a grand dinner for battle draweth near.
As thunder clouds rumble & pour
St£rling & Buck$ recanting
Employ an age‐old astral lore,
Centre of a magic ring,
Where lions give a mighty roar,
& eagles beat the wing,
Sharp lightning struck those stone grey druid rods,
Great gasps of wonder rushʹd throughout the gods...
There before them stood the Gryphon,
Wing sleek, majestic maned,
The prime weapon, the stallion,
Auld oracles ordainʹd,
Lit by an irridescent gleam, the divine blessing gained.
Stonehenge