Enkidu

There’s immortality they say
In a brushstroke, in a pen
So I offer the gods a blank page
To be with you again

The eternal quest of Gilgamesh
Spun from twines of grief
Ends at the tomb of man’s fair share
Unraveling as he weeps

If I could I would
Fill the Holy Grail, sumptuous and sweet
Pluck halos from the heads of saints
And lay them tenfold at your feet

Gospel or legend
It’s really quite extraordinary
The lengths one will travel for a friend

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