Uruk's Pain
Through winter breeze, I once met
A golden man, standing at my doorstep
In his arms a boy, paler than snow
Above his head a crown, seeming to glow
His gaze burned like raging blood
His feet crumpled, dyed with mud,
Yet he didn't waver or even fall
He stood tall, despite his gall
"I seek the pardon of heaven and earth,"
"Please tend to my friend, show me your worth,"
His voice prideful, but tainted in fear
As he handed the boy, bearing his tears
The boy colder than ice in winter
His body thinner than any splinter
Heart lacking beat and face missing color
I'd say he's dead, but I couldn't mutter
"I won't forget your favor today,"
"By my name of Gilgamesh, I swear I'll repay,"
The golden man said, facing the snow
As it raged and swallowed over his glow,