A weary Antigonus prodded by a demon on his blind side,
Screamed to be risen, resurrected for one last time.

'Kings of men we were, but in things of men we failed',
And now torment in hades we shall face.

The others yelled in anguish all about their lines,
Even Alexander out of his element in mustering men on whom he placed their crowns.

Orders rang from every corner, dictates of former generals of power,
Beseeching men to stand and not cower.

For the wars of earth would ne'er be over,
In this hell, they shall be fought and lost times moreover.

Because men wish to dominate and sanction,
That which was always placed out of their functions.