Axis & Allies - damowords

CHYREN’s High Tide
Raypoz steps ship‐by‐ship across the Forth
Leaves Edinburgh besieg’d & Glasgow ash,
Pursues the Scotti deep into a North
Of thunderplump, stormslash & levin‐flash;
Rain‐lash’d terrain
Ends of Eurasian Earth
Where straining Scottish slain defend their saviour’s birth.
The hordes of Raypoz, year‐on‐year,
Masticate the mountain miles,
Til Red Ones & White Ones appear
Gather’d by the submerged isles
& such a front united steer
The foe soon corpsey piles
Beneath this awesome breeze, thou Arctic knot
Of Russian, North American & Scot!
From auld Ben Loyal to Criffel
They drove the sun‐tann’d host,
A shrinking shell of once great swell
That ravaged coast‐to‐coast,
For ‘Tempus edax rerum’ & the arms of men the most!
Scotland
Invasion of France
Saffia on every front is feted
As blade‐by‐blade the grass of England bought,
The leaders of Londono re‐instated
& now the Allies cross the Gallic moat;
A new D‐Day
From Dartmouth to Penzance
Long wave‐steeds mount the spray & point their bows at
France.
From Amsterdam to Aquitaine
The continent invaded
The blood of Chyren’s armies drain
Ophichius has faded
Even the Allies show the strain
Soldiers aged & jaded
Urged by Saffia these plagues to resist
Blessed blissbringer singing in their midst!
The great incursions soon bogg’d down
By Winter’s rain & frost
Then turn’d around, from town‐to‐town
The Nortehrn forces toss’d
As once again the salt‐sea ports are to the Persians lost
La Rochelle