Axis & Allies - damowords

Death of Selin
All night the battle raged from tree‐to‐tree
The mansion house another La Haye Saint
Its ancyent Yew decimated sadly
Berries bleeding on dead Lord Caledon;
His Scottish host
Finds nowhere safe to hide
Fleeing tween hill & coast entrapp’d on every side.
Canto 3
The Defeat of Chyen, from Scotland
to the field of Armageddon
As the savage Saracens search’d
The woods for Scotch survivor,
Selin enters an untouch’d church
& prays for man’s first saviour,
An ochre crow took up a perch
For men never waver
In death, deceit & all the gore of war –
A ninja shadow slips in through a door…
As Selin pray’d, silent, serene
A knife slit cross his throat,
Wiping it clean, Raypoz, unseen,
Rejoins the battle fought,
For midst chaotic melees murderers are seldom sought!
Whittinghame
A brighter morn awaits the human day,
War with its million horrors, & fierce hell
Shall live but in the memory of Time,
Who, like a penitent libertine, shall start,
Look back & shudder at his younger years.ʺ
Percy Bysshe Shelley