The sky blossoming in fire
a moment passes
And everything returns to grey
Just a misty haze remains
In a sky once so alive
Like a faint memory that lingers
And with time, the cycle continues
the colors grow duller
The absence becomes louder
And the world’s wonder is no longer
Put it in the crucible,
Gently through the fire,
Merrily, merrily, burn the dross,
Rise to something higher.
What was heavy turns to light,
What was base becomes refined,
Keep the heat keep the heart,
Leave the lesser self behind.
Gilgamesh. Was a king. At Uruk. He tormented his subjects. He drove them to anger. They cried out -- "Give our king a companion. Spare us his madness." Enkidu. A wildman. Of the forest. Entered the city. They fought in the temple. They fought in the street. Gilgamesh defeated Enkidu. They became friends. Gilgamesh and Enkidu. At Uruk.