He rode out of Macedon like a thunderbolt loosed from Zeus’s hand,
a lion-hearted youth who bridged the Hellenic soul with Asia’s sand.
In fire and marble, sword and scroll, he stitched a world once torn—
a dream of unity, half-myth, where gods and mortals swore reborn. From Issos to the Indus, from the Danube to Tyre, the earth bowed to his stride,
yet it was not conquest, but cosmos he carved in every tide.
Cities bore his name like whispers in stone,
and in their agoras, the Hellenic...