Axis & Allies - damowords

Helen
Not setting sun, not rosy‐fingerʹd dawn,
Not ocean pearl, not breezy mountain air,
Not spider‐spun, not lazy summer lawn,
Could ever to this temptress smile compare;
Her divine hand
Won by the Spartan king,
Many a grecian band gifts to their wedding bring.
During wine‐soakʹd festivities
Paris took her to one side,
Venus entwined their destinies,
Watchʹd that hot, bedswerving bride
Sing lush, erotic melodies,
Sucking his love inside ‐
& soon, in the fine zen of enchantment,
Silent thro spacious halls soft footsteps went.
The moon made webbing in the waves,
Men rowʹd their ship to sea,
History craves the golden graves
Of immortality ‐
As silken‐sheeted sweethearts drink the milk of exstasi.
Aegean
The Fall of Troy
Hard upon the western fringe of Asia
Have disembarkʹd the arks of Greek command,
Turning Trojan treachery to terror,
An enemy encamped upon the sand;
Tween gate & shore
Theirs was a bloody scene,
A decade fraught with war fought for a gorgeous queen.
Noble the men of Achea,
Midst armies of swarming bees,
Men like the Dardan Aeneas,
Armipotent Achilles,
High King of Salaminia
& striking Ulysees,
Into a flock of falcon‐men enfuse ‐
Now Menaleus dreams a daring ruse.
As gods affect the mortal course
& fate is fickle starred,
A wooden horse (with secret force)
Wheelʹd into this courtyard ‐
ʺThe war is over,ʺ sing the crowds... the gates that night
unbarrʹd...
Troy