04-14-2026, 02:57 PM
Tomyris
One person's freedom is another's bondage.
Cyrus from Babylon released God's chosen
only to point his spear towards the nomad
peoples of Massagetae when their chieftain
refused his hand in marriage. Hosts of horsemen
led by her son Spargapis rode against
Persia's Immortals, routing them, until
a banquet was prepared with cups of red
offered to ones accustomed to milder drink.
Beyond besotted, the riders proved easy prey,
and with Spargapis dead, his mournful mother
swore that his homicide should have beyond
his fill of a saltier drink, of a brighter red.
Now with herself at the helm, her hosts were renewed
and fought with much greater vigor: past the reserve
to Cyrus's seat they pushed---at Cyrus's neck
Tomyris swung her blade---and the royal head,
which with a nod had freed all Israel,
met its end in a sack full of royal blood.
One person's freedom is another's bondage.
Cyrus from Babylon released God's chosen
only to point his spear towards the nomad
peoples of Massagetae when their chieftain
refused his hand in marriage. Hosts of horsemen
led by her son Spargapis rode against
Persia's Immortals, routing them, until
a banquet was prepared with cups of red
offered to ones accustomed to milder drink.
Beyond besotted, the riders proved easy prey,
and with Spargapis dead, his mournful mother
swore that his homicide should have beyond
his fill of a saltier drink, of a brighter red.
Now with herself at the helm, her hosts were renewed
and fought with much greater vigor: past the reserve
to Cyrus's seat they pushed---at Cyrus's neck
Tomyris swung her blade---and the royal head,
which with a nod had freed all Israel,
met its end in a sack full of royal blood.