Axis & Allies - damowords

Mamluk Dawn
When the dissaffected wake from slumber,
My gentlemen, afraid be of your slaves,
Else Spartacus admit to that number
& royal rosegardens would grow your graves;
As in Egypt,
Where bold the servent grew,
Whose swordpoints drive edict, militaristic coup!
A new paras enters the game
Of Palestein & its plots,
Wishing to win outrageous fame
With speed & Parthian shots,
They are the first to inflict shame
The loss that glory rots,
For coming on the roving Mongol horde
They, one‐by‐one along the ridge, drew sword.
Morad stood in the bodygaurd
Of the royal Ordu,
The fighting hard, the day ill‐starrʹd,
The royal horse withdrew,
An unexpected moment, ʹFull retreat,ʹ blew Hulegu.
Ayn Jelut
1260
Death of Morad
The Mamluk may have driven Mongol back.
But Islam still quivers in its mercy,
Hashassin forts crush’d neath a fresh attack,
Then Araby up to the Grecian sea;
Such victories,
Have crippl’d Kings with fear,
Miscarry pregnancies as Moradʹs armies near.
In Xanaduʹs lush pleasure dome
He met the great khan, Kubla,
ʺGeneral, welcome to my home,
Whatʹs mine must be your pleasure,
When done ye must traverse the foam,
Launching from Korea
An invincible fleet of invasion,
Putting to sleep these peoples of Nippon.ʺ
Some strobile typhoon foils their flow,
Lucky kamikaze!
Minamoto Tamatono
Shoots arrows cross the sea,
One slicing open Moradʹs throat who choked in agony.
Japan
1274