Axis & Allies - damowords

Hastings
Destiny haunts the Duke of Normandy,
Not knowing where his spiritʹs lamp shall burn
He sends a fleet across the western sea ‐
Five years have passʹd & still no men return;
His friends enflamed,
News blowing town‐to‐town
A commoner proclaimʹd king of the English crown.
He landed at Pevensey Bay,
There hands out the native lands,
King Harold did appear one day,
Long shield wall on hilltop stands,
The norman nobles knelt to pray
With crosses in their hands
& with the Song of Roland in their ears
The breathless moment of atrrition nears.
When a battle is in balance
Faith does the fight inspire,
Crestward advance the best of France,
To forge a fresh empire,
Where William lays Haroldʹs corpse upon a perfumed pyre.
England
1066
Taking the Cross
It seems Pope Urbanʹs essence moves thro air,
Prospering thro the priesthood with keen zeal,
From the Praetendarius of Llanfair
To the old Thesaurarius of Lille;
Christʹs foremost knight
Towers oer Europeʹs thrones,
ʺThe Muslims must we fight!ʺ rousʹd his convictive tones.
ʺMy brave, young hawks open thy mind
To Heaven & His glories,
Thy quadrivium leave behind
Renege thine earthly follies,
With my grand gaurd of falcons bind,
Mutatis Mutandis!
Jerusalem is greiving for our grace
To free her from the Saracen embrace.ʺ
By redemption tempted afar,
Men bend on steely knee,
Neath sacred star them blessʹd, they are
The Crucesignati!
Those continental cavaliers of Christianity.
Claremont
1095