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Alexander The Great
Historical Poetry — About the king of Macedon

Even before birth, divine signs have shown A tale about the future king of Macedon Who would rise to become a legend A conqueror, second to none Alexander the Great, King Philip II’s son As his mother, Olympia carried her child Nightly dreams sought her, of thunder far and wide Striking her womb, giving him Zeus’s mark This is the legend, being told by Plutarch Destined for greatness From the day of conception His name bore truth About his greatness, no question
At the age of thirteen, he was lectured and tutored By Aristotle himself, at the Temple of Nymphs Only three years later, his tutoring ended As his father was waging war with Byzantion Alexander was named heir and left in the role of regent Finding himself against Thracian Maedi, who revolted against Quick on the matter, this young man drove them out Founded Alexandroupolis on their lands, standing proud When his father returned from the war He was proud of his son, showing true strength So he gave him a horse and send him off again This time against Thrace, to subdue revolting men He would continue his conquest And prove his worth Riding on through the ages To conquer half of this earth
But his heir would be threatened, on his father’s behest When he fell in love with Cleopatra Eurydice and they soon wed For any son she’d birth, would be a true Macedonian While Alexander himself is a half one at best In the night of the wedding, Cleopatra's uncle exclaimed “May she birth a true heir, let us pray to the gods!” Hearing this insult, Alexander enraged Throwing his cup to his head, “Do you imply, I am not?!” Alex’s father took a stance with uncle Attalus instead Preparing to forcefully run his son through But by fortune for both, he lost his footing and fell Upon which Alex insulted him, mocking his pursue But the dice have been cast, and Alexander fled Taking his mother, together to Dodona they sped He left her there and moved to Illyria next Seeking King Glaukias, becoming an exiled guest
His father, Philip II, never intended to disown him For his son was still a god-given gift So they mediated their differences with Demaratus’ help A family friend helped their wounded egos get stitched Attending the wedding of his daughter King Philip II got stabbed in the back Assassinated by Pausanias His bodyguard planned a vicious attack The assassin ran, trying to save his skin But Alexander’s men pursued him He tumbled over a vine and fell His pursuers caught up, and sent him to hell On that night, Alexander was proclaimed king As true heir to his father, only 20 years old His true reign would just now begin For this is just the start, of this man’s story, told.
This piece of historical poetry was written as an answer to a challenge by Gurpreet Dhariwal and Dipti Pande, using poetry to tell historical facts or historical fiction. As I was asked to write about Alexander the Great, this seemed crazy. There’s just too much about that man. So this really is a “short” version. Just about until the moment, he gets officially crowned king.
Here is an entry from Gurpreet Dhariwal, dealing with Troy
And an entry from Dipti Pande, dealing with Robin Hood
Trying to weave history into poetry is an interesting twist of things and puts me outside my comfort zone. But it’s really fun.
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