Axis & Allies - damowords

Prometheus
The great god of war wakens in the rains,
Finding his arms tied to a crag of rock,
In despʹrate rage him straining at the chains,
Together held by a mystical lock;
ʺWhy hold me hereʺ
Shouts echo cross the seas,
No rescuers appear, now dropping to his knees
Book VI
Napoleon
He fills the cosmos with despair
From dawn til the drop of night,
At last the dark lord made aware
Of the War Godʹs despʹrate plight,
& sends three harpies thro the air,
Craw‐throated feral flight,
From whose sharp claws they drop a golden key,
What mass of slime now rises from the sea
The key grabbʹd by a tentacle,
Lord Mars has been releasʹd,
Standing grateful he brands his skull,
The number of the beast,
Him ready to do battle, Hellʹs hegemony increasʹd.
Oceania
Un Empereur naistra pres dʹItalie
Qui a lʹEmpire sera vendu bien cher:
Diront avec quels gens il se ralie,
Quʹon trouvera moins prince que boucher.