Axis & Allies - damowords

Richard I
The Lionheart of England goes to war;
His helm, respect‐expostulating deeds,
His sword, the sacred fury of godʹs law,
His shield, the lamb & all his righteous needs;
His pondʹrous mace,
Shall shatter waggling foes,
His helm, the noble grace of English Country Rose.
Seeking Allahʹs extirpation,
Preaching peace but wielding war,
Making trails of acerbation,
ʺCome & fight!ʺ corbrechtan roar,
Confrontationʹs hesitation
Runs thro Mohammedʹs corps
As all along the front His Highness rode
No man dared meet the challenge of his sword.
As Saladin & his army
Repellʹd from Arsuf plain,
The victory, elusively,
From both men did abstain,
All they would win was peace to pray & bury all their slain.
Jaffa
1192
Teutonic Knights
A thirsty seige, sunrise upon sunrise
Of endless killing, moats filling with dead,
Breeding legions of disease‐spreading flies,
Maggots burying thro meagre, mouldy bread;
Behind those walls
A German hospital
Of dedicated souls primed for zealous battle.
In the long wars of religion
At the gates of Christendom,
Suffering their faith in fusion
With their god & his bellum,
Happy Hanseatic legion,
Ordu pugnatorum,
Raising the lofty flag of heavenʹs fight,
Germanic in their blood, in blade a knight!
Tiring beseigers melt away
Inspired crusaders cheer,
Then kneel & pray, them to this day
Knew godʹs justice would steer,
Sensing they had been spared by fate, but for what course
unclear.
Acre
1197