Axis & Allies - damowords

Ancyent Wisdom
Girdling circles of this infernal world
Spiral before us to a point unkown,
Thro womby vaultages shriekʹd anguish swirlʹd,
Like spinning pennies grating round a cone;
Lone fortess rose
A thermaeshetic throng,
Where pagan bards compose in schools of eaglesong.
We steppʹd within those rustic walls,
Pleasant portion of Hades,
Where wise old tribes of gallant souls
Shared the wealth of their degrees,
But as none Gesuʹs faith enthralls
Satanus did them seize,
Being too good to wallow in the dark
Condemnʹd to dwell within Hellʹs only park.
I conversʹd with Virgil, Shelley,
Ceasar & Cicero,
Then Homer spoke of poetry,
We listenʹd to him flow,
Discussing epic simile til time had swung to go.
Pagan Park
Hellʹs Generals
We pass three praetors of human dross;
First Minos, watcher of the lustful breed,
Cerberus of the wretched gluttinous,
& Pluto, master of the violent creed;
ʺPray pause our course,
I know many by name,
Who used god‐given force to punch & wound & maim.ʺ
This was a strange segment of Hell,
Peoplʹd by men of violence,
Who revellʹd when their soldiers fell,
& deemʹd killing thrilling romance ‐
I saw Monty, Patton, Rommel
With three Marshalls of France,
Where now, instead of battleʹs thumping drum,
They were consignʹd to a constant boredom,
Who sat, it seemʹd, a mile apart
Upon a dull, wide plain,
& when they start to drift or dart,
Good converse to obtain,
A thick mist falls & when it rose sat far apart again.
Fourth Circle of Hell