He took a Greek army to the far Indus.

There was nothing left to conquer - the world was his.

But Alexander is dead, his empire is gone,

and so we live in evil days.

The free men of Greece have turned on each other

instead of their proper enemies,

those who envy all the Greeks have done.

Alexander must weep, if the dead weep.

I would weep in his place, but I would also hope.

The world turns; what was may come again.

the Fates still spin the web of mens lives.

So now perhaps the Gods wish Greeks to be great again.

Perhaps a new Alexander will take up the sword,

bring order where there is chaos,

remake the world of men into a better plan...

Perhaps?