Eridu

In the shadows of antiquity, Eridu stands,

Ancient whispers woven into its sands.

City of the firsts, where myths intertwine,

Eridu's tale, like an ageless wine.

Beneath the Sumerian sun's golden gaze,

Eridu emerges, lost in time's maze.

Abzu's embrace, a sacred connection,

Eridu's essence, a divine reflection.

Ziggurat rising, a celestial stair,

Eridu's secrets in the shimmering air.

In the heart of Mesopotamia's embrace,

Eridu, a beacon, a sacred space.

Priests chant by the Euphrates' flow,

Where the ancient waters gently bestow

The wisdom of Enki, the god of the deep,

In Eridu's cradle, eternal secrets keep.

Babylonian winds carry tales afar,

Of Eridu's mysteries, like a distant star.

In the clay-brick ruins, echoes remain,

Whispers of Eridu's ancient reign.