King Cyrus the Great
CYRUS II - THE GREAT
So; here comes the story of that, King Cyrus the Great
Whose history for some of us; is still well up for debate
But; it’s such a darn good story, it well deserves a rate
King Cyrus; born 601 BC, to give us all a historical date
Under some weird strange circumstances, one must say
Because; his grandpa, had a prediction one strange day
Where he sees, the now King Cyrus, rise up against him
Poor old Cyrus; a child yet to born, was now so bad jinn
So the old grandpa; Astyages, in fear hatches up a plan
And orders Mandane' his pregnant daughter off his land
And gives Harpagus instructions to kill the child at birth
Who in distaste or laziness, he showed an acute dearth
As passing the task onto shepherd Mithradates, no less
Who passes his own, stillborn onto Astyages in distress
Mithradates; then rears, the young Cyrus up as his own
As to everyone else; the secret kept to others unknown
That was until a King is King no matter what Cyrus rose
Just 10 years, a nobleman son in a game did he oppose
This was just unknown for a mere shepherds son to do
Cyrus Da, Mithradates; was called in with no further ado
Who as confesses; to the changeover, of Cyrus at birth
Which rages King Astyages into doing something worse
Young Cyrus was sent home to be with his true parents
Whilst on poor Harpagus; revenge was as now, hell sent
King Astyages had Harpagus son killed and then cooked
Then; unknowing to Harpagus fed, to bring him to book
The only good here this story is supposed to be a myth
Revenge is sort later as with Astyages’s last deadly kiss
As Astyahes; had Harpagus lead against Cyrus's troops
Harpagus as defected, another of Astyahes, little boops
Cyrus; as predicted, rose up against Astyages, and won
But being a strange one, King Cyrus was yet to be done
Spares his old grandpa and shook hands than slaughter
We are friends, and, then promptly marries his daughter
Which means in effect, he marries, one of his own aunts
By doing this King Cyrus was more than a smarty pants
With all kingdoms owned, Cyrus owned some prime lots
But; was King Cyrus ever happy with all that he has got
As Babylonia here really deserves a well worthy mention
As to religious divides were never his malicious intention
Even allowed; the Jews to go home to build their temple
And showing religious intolerance, with his own example
If there was ever a myth; there was one of the greatest
Had me rolling in the aisle laughing, as I heard the latest
As a Jew turns up with a scroll and says Cyrus look here
Wrote 170 years ago, and, look in it your name appears
All of this you have done, it was by our God’s command
You were nowt, but his tool, I hope you can understand
Don’t you just have to give it, to those darn Jewish folk
It was our God; that had this in the bag, some bad joke
And to why you cannot believe a word those Jews wrote
Cyrus; is God’s anointed, someone is pulling at my goat
Anything to take the credit, from old King Cyrus himself
Who built his empire on his own credit & his own stealth
As Cyrus prayed to many God’s, God Marduk being one
Known as the Semitic, term for Baal’, are we being done
That God and Satan are one; I just can’t find the divide
In which I always left pondering has somebody here lied
King Cyrus in his worth created something on this earth
This far excessed God and his jumped up plans of mirth
Created the real garden of Paradise in his own backyard
Did well by all accounts, on God it must have been hard
His Garden of Eden fell apart before, it even got started
It must have left God; more than a bit, down heartened
Decides to put a claim on Pasargadae if by his own work
By getting it added into his storyline; by some Jew clerk
Cyrus ruled the biggest empire, ever known in the world
And to all religions under his rule was happy to preserve
He also wanted control of Egypt, but we will never know
Cyrus as died so his quest for Egypt became a no show
Some say that Cyrus; departed, from this life peacefully
That in his tomb in Pasargadae; lived his death blissfully
That was; until Alexander the Great, came to be around
On finding his tomb raided; he was more than, astound
Alexander; did his best to patch the tomb back to good
He had so admired, King Cyrus; from his own childhood
Cyrus who I only presume he got all his inspiration from
Who; strangely made sure the Persian Empire was gone
One of the ways that Cyrus may have kicked the bucket
That is was Tomyris; a Massagetean Queen, who dunnit
Cyrus wanted Tomyris hand in marriage and, her realm
But, Tomyris, was keeping her hand tightly to her helm
So she got old King Cyrus, to fight on her own ground
As to military judgment goes; that was not very sound
But he put his shot of cleverness in and raged Tomyris
By getting Spargapises and his troops fed, then dissed
Cyrus troops returned and, slaughtered them all by fall
This is to where clever King Cyrus, made the wrong call
Spargapises; is Tomyris’s son, she wants Cyrus’s head
And, is not prepared to rest, until King Cyrus was dead
As Cyrus death was nigh and to Tomyris the battle won
On decapitated his head revenge's the death of her son
If only; King Cyrus had stuck to his hobby of gardening
Then just stayed with all those Persian rugs, bargaining
But as any king, King Cyrus just wanted a little bit more
Hence; as to why the bugger, just wasn't here anymore
Indiana Shaw . . . : )
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2020
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