Axis & Allies - damowords

The Last Battle
The foe advancing thro the Muspellsheim
Loki intrigues with Odin to fight on,
Demagorgons withdraws into Nilfheim,
Its beastly banqueting now almost done;
Valkyries sang
A rare Bragian lay,
For those in the Thrudvangs magnificent array.
They stood upon that oak‐fringed field
With powerful, bulging thighs,
Sparkling sea of swan‐helm & shield
& narrow, determined eyes,
The king of countless trumpets peeʹd
Into the Aesir skies,
Slow darkening to the dead scenes of night,
Odin seem’d jaded in the fading light.
They took their places cross the vale,
The time to die was come,
In blew a gale, slow as a snail
Was heard the kettledrum,
The battlelines drew daggers, Uncle Sam unflagg’d his thumb
Valhalla
Stand of Satanus
Mid Malebolge’s rolling bolgias
Satanus & his firm shall make their stand,
Flank’d by Geryons & vile Barbariccas,
Sword of unholy fire in talon’d hand;
Tho forces thinn’d
The first attack he foils
With swift, sulphuric wind & sore, malignant boils.
Alas! FEAR sweeps his rotten core
As Jove, bright & beatific,
Gallups unto his army’s fore
Victory academic…
The sovran voice calls off the war,
The Beast thinks it a trick,
But in the arts of peace angels excel
& how can there be heaven without hell.
The Devil swivels to his seat
By Balrog & Belial
Odin’s defeat deem’d now complete,
“Then we have pass’d the trial
& honour has been satisfied, Balrog the promist file…”
Pandemonium