Siege of Tyre

Alexander, rage that you cannot take the city.
March your forces, gain the Sidonians and Greeks
As your naval allies, and scrape the foundations
Of the city, and build your ramparts to the walls.
Fight the bloody war, and resist all adversity
Even the Nile Dragon's rage, who crashed upon
Your earthen path; Leviathan raged, and rammed
The rampart, as the arrows of Tyrish foes rained.
For Satan Himself wished to cause an end to prophecy.
Yet, Alexander, you prevail over them with your wit
And make two breaches---though your men are burned
With oils and hot sands cast down from the walls
You enter in, and slaughter the city to its sum
So it is never inhabited again, save by shepherds and goat herders.