Axis & Allies - damowords

Alexander MacDonald
Tho there is one great novel in us all,
Some authorʹs thoughts are raided by despair,
Their masterpieces never start at all,
Yet others grow too dull to sit & bare;
Only the best
Life life with conviction,
Dreaming each earthly test perfect for non‐fiction.
In Glen Etive was born a boy
To walk my poemʹs pages,
Heroism akin to Troy
Echoing down the ages,
Bringing his parents much more joy
Than the jigging stages ‐
Calamity strikes this young MacDonald
Baring witness to clansmen being cullʹd.
His mother hid him in a tree
& finger‐hushes lips,
Then turns to flee, sharp musketry
Into her bosom zips,
Thoʹ orphanized ʹfore teary eyes him to safe silence slips.
Glencoe
1692
Blenheim
King William conjures an alliance,
Boring the flesh of Louis to the bone,
His sea‐lions scuttle the fleet of France
& cut the fuming Stuarts from the throne;
Now Scotlandʹs kings
With England entanglʹd,
Whose majority brings matters saxon‐anglʹd,
For politics do prosper well
Courting the royal ego,
When loyal kinship casts a spell,
Rarely letting fetters go ‐
But on digress my verse has fell,
So on! on with the show!
Marching along the sandy Danube shore
The Sun‐King sends fresh conscripts to the war.
Behold the Duke of Marlborough,
John Churchill of great fame,
Faithful leader of firm vigour,
Putting the French to flame,
Forever leaves his descendants a very famous name.
Germany
1704