55. The End of the Alexandrian Empire

On his death bed

Macedon’s lion lay.

His feet failed him

Being made of clay.

With his commander at his side

He was asked who the new king is.

“Where does he reside?”

Alexander, with dying feverish breath

Reaching up to his faithful general

“I give my kingdom to the most powerful,”

He said

Slowly sinking to his bed.

The empire soon crumbled

Under the fevers of war.

Bactria,

Parthia,

Seleucids,

The non-Greeks of Helen,

The Independents

Antigonids,

Egypt, where his lighthouse lay,

Thrace,

Macedonia, his old kingdom.

Yahweh saw his people in Greek hands

Celebrating like those of other Greek lands.

“Do you not remember me?”

He asked.

Then the revolt of candles started.

For eight days the menorah burned.

Antiochus fell from his lofty perch.

The lion's once great empire

Shattered under the fighting

Successor kings.