Axis & Allies - damowords

Invocation
There is a glade in an ancyent forest
Where pools lie glitteraund molten azure,
I wade within the one most moonbeam blest
To bathe in blissful dreamtimes gleaming pure;
Attended by
The nine naked maidens
Like a lost lullaby lilting throʹ loveʹs garden.
She harps a song, she summons stars,
She waltzes round the waters,
She treats these tender battlescars,
She paints the floating lotus,
She strums the summergold guitars,
O loxian daughters!
As thro the wood was cast a flood of light,
I pluckʹd & dipp’d reed & ‘gan to write.
The muses weave their tryptych tone,
O rich enchanted chime,
The music of their mystic moan
Inspires my soul to rhyme,
Thus clutching hopes of poetry Parnassus’ slopes we climb.
Brighton
October
1999
Al Quʹaida
There is a new threat to the Allied world
Outwith Europe, from the Afghan passes,
After the mats of morning prayer furlʹd,
Soldiers of Jihad tend to their classes;
What power reignʹd
Thro their spiritʹs guide,
ʺParadise can be gainʹd thro holy suicide!
ʺWe are watchmen of the pure way,
Guardians of the martyrs,
Sons of brave Hossein Fahmideh,
Drinkers of godʹs elixirs,
Bringing death to the USA
& the non‐believers,
This weapon unassaillable & good
Defends the faith with our last drop of blood!ʺ
America fraught with unease,
But fear cast far away,
From cross the seas a poison breeze
Flies into JFK,
Two sleeping agents float thro customs onto the subway.
New York
1998