Elegy of Enki
by Marcus Draik

Betwixt the lights of heaven
Flower of four petals
Watered of blood and tears
Silent witness
Pressed by the flesh of lovers
And of the battle's lost
Here is beauty; Here is goodness
Here is the breath of a god.
Pleasures killed for,
Born of the course of struggle;
Virtues died for,
Binding mortar
Shewing the visions of heaven
When eyes cannot pierce the clouds.
These the words
Writ of thy lord,
Writ from thy heart where he dwelleth.
Hereupon thy virtues:
Transient beast,
Wast thou born of these
Or they of thee?