Axis & Allies - damowords

Betrayal!
What emotion transforms man to Judas
Of all heartaches it must be Jealousie;
Constance leads the Gestapo with a hiss
To the old farm ownʹd by his family;
Watching thʹembrace
At an upstairs window,
Taut pulls the jeune‐tinged face as lonely torments grow.
The sound of jackboots on the stair
& rough Teutonic clamour
Drove Veronique to clutch Pierre
With the zest of her amour…
The door burst ope, this noble pair
Shied captivityʹs floor,
Shooting those shapes daring t’enter the room,
Pierre leapt on the sly stick grenades …
She groan’d & rose, saw her soulʹs mate
Sprawlʹd lifeless where he died,
Dust dissipates, before too late
She tried her suicide...
An empty ... & by her hair ʹDer Bitch!ʹ is draggʹd
outside.
France
July
1944
Bomb Plot
Noblesse oblige, when duty outranks praise;
Stauffenburg slips the oathʹs constrictive grip,
Mindful of valour of the former days
Preparʹd to strike at the dictatorship ‐
Not at the tail,
Aftʹ which ye face the bite,
But thro the hissing veil the head conjures in fright.
He stept into the confʹrence room,
Hitler glanced a curt ʺHello!ʺ
The situation maps cry doom...
Black briefcase placed calm & low
Beneath his feet, sly as a fume
The Colonel, quick yet slow,
Did take a timely leave of the compound,
Shaking as his bomb raged with violent sound.
From rubble limps first of figures,
All round was smoke & hush,
Shredded trousers, his shirt tatters,
Hair tanglʹd toilet brush,
ʺFate has saved me, now I decree such treachery we crush!ʺ
Wolf’s Lair
July 20 th
1944