King Cyrus the Great

KING CYRUS 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 may 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 be born, was now 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 his distaste, or laziness, was not, to full of mirth

So 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
10 years old, a nobleman son, in a game did he oppose

This was just unknown for a mere shepherd’s son to do
Cyrus Dad, Mithradates, was called, 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 thing this story is supposed to be a myth
Revenge is sort later, as with Astyages’s last deadly kiss

So 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 married his daughter

Which means in effect; he married, one of his own aunts
By doing so the King Cyrus, is more than a smarty pants

With all kingdoms owned, Cyrus, owned some prime lots
But was King Cyrus, ever really happy with all 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 and build their temple
Then showing religious intolerance with his own example

If there was ever a myth, then this had to be the greatest
Those Jews surely deserved a BAFTA, as I heard the latest

As didn’t they turn up with a scroll, & say Cyrus look here
Was written 170 years ago, and look, your name appears

After all you have done, it was all by our God’s command
You were nuffin’, but his tool, I hope you can understand

Anything that took acknowledgement from Cyrus, himself
Who built his empire on his own credit, as his own stealth

Cyrus in his worth had created as something on this earth
That far excessed God, than his jumped up plans of mirth

He created the as garden of Paradise in his own backyard
Did well by all accounts, it on God it must have been hard

As his Garden of Eden fell apart before it even got started
It must have left God, a mere more than down heartened

Decided to put a claim on Pasargadae, as if, his own work
By getting it added into his storyline by some Jewish clerk

Cyrus. ruled the biggest empire, ever known in the world
And to all religions under his rule were happy to preserve

He also wanted control of Egypt, but we will never know
As Cyrus died, so his quest for Egypt, became a no show

Indiana Shaw . . . : )

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