Sweet Ereshkigal, my love for you knows no bounds. You are the jewel in the dark. The Queen of the forgotten. Princess of midnight. Your castle stands glimmering on the hill, a dazzlingly brilliant gem sparkling in perpetual twilight. Your gidim cry but they know you are there for them and pitty them, like a loving mother does for her sweet child. Your fearsome galla attendants may be terrible but I see their beauty and their necessity. Oh my love, my queen, I wish I could praise you forever. It is like a sour sweet on my tongue. Terrible and yet lovely and desirable. Oh my love, your melam makes my heart throb. Sweet Queen, my sworn lady, praising you is sweet.
Sweet Ereshkigal
