Epic (song)

In ancient days of Sumer's land,

A king did rise, bold and grand,

Gilgamesh, fierce and proud was he,

Unmatched in strength and bravery.

With Enkidu, his friend so true,

He strode the earth, his might on view,

Their deeds did shake the very ground,

Their names in legend would be found.

Yet grief did strike, as all things must,

For Enkidu was laid to dust,

And in his heart, Gilgamesh felt

The sting of loss, the hand fate dealt.

He sought to cheat death's icy grasp,

To know the secrets that it clasped,

He journeyed far, o'er desert sands,

And through the mountains of strange lands.

Through trials and tests, he made his way,

And faced the gods, in fierce array,

And when he returned, he found his place,

As king once more, with wiser grace.

In our own time, we too must face,

The challenges that come with grace,

We too must seek the truth of life,

And learn to cope with loss and strife.

In Gilgamesh, we find a guide,

A hero who has never died,

A tale of strength and courage bold,

To light our way, in times of old.