Axis & Allies - damowords

Power of Faith
The Gods gather’d round Saint Ignatius
To pray upon the Bark & on its Cope
A solemn song led by Quirinius
As if this were Saint Pauls & him the Pope;
“Where art thou Jove”
The congregation yearns,
Melodious they strove as every hymn‐note burns.
“Who lives in love loves least to live
& a long delay dost rue,
If Him we loved will us forgive,
Him to whom all praise is due,
Then evil from our souls shall sieve
& give those souls to You –
Come show the world your spirit still is strong!”
The Aesir interrupt this sacred song…
“Brave Allah pray take up the task
& with JEHOVA plead
Vitally ask him to unmask
The fresh messiah breed
For without faith on Earth no god can halt infernal greed.
Shangri‐La
Birth of Saffia
Now, at the time that was before agreed
The gods assembl’d all on Arlo Hill
& at their heart upon a jasper steed
Jove sat rescipiscent in silence still;
The Muslim prince
Sat smugly on his right
For Allah had convinced his friend to join the fight.
“My new saviour,” said Jove, “Shall free
The virtue of Orlando,
Agamemnon’s nobility,
The goodness of Godfredo
Bare Gloriana’s chastity
Ethics of Rinaldo,
Like Aeneas adventure overseas
With the persistence of bodl Ulysees.”
From heavenly hyacinthine
Saffia slow descends
The scared queen of all that’s been
Her beauty never ends
Not knowing that the universe upon her worth depends.
Midgard