“The blazing sky of orange and azure.

Will leave its mark on the destiny of Huzur.

The pavements tainted with hue of blood.

As horses of enemy broke through like a flood."

“Don't let your feet falter, even if the Reaper comes after!"

Shouts of agony and prayers on alters, the men were slashed like trees and alders.

The command reluctant, persevered the waves of aggression,

Yet one after another, they came in succession.

Even the bedrock of earth, shatters and racks,

When consistency of water seeps into its cracks.

Shouts screeched one after another,

Tears swelled on the petals of lavender,

Limbs flew in the air and the ether,

As they got chopped by the Reaper's cleaver.

The Reaper was an entity that all life feared, except for one whom he didn't endeared,

Instrument of Death and eternal sorter,

He was the one who took away all mortals.

Servant serving the The God of Death,

The Reaper will one by one take away all breaths,

Alike of men who fought for love,

Or for valour or anything thereof.

Whether it be a playing child who hasn't glimpsed of autumn twilight,

Or be it the weeping widows besides the graves under dying daylight.

All joys and sorrow were nugatory,

For Death treats all equally.

If the time has come or land is cursed,

It is the duty of Death to cleanse the coerced,

Those who have been deemed damned by Gods' judgment,

Will be saved from eternal torment via Death's instrument.

The strength of Reaper was that of fate,

Not even Gods could make him tame,

For he prevented Gods from afflicting atrocity,

That they wished to bestow with such virtuosity.

He came to the city for one man alone,

The King of Uruk who must atone,

For The Gods have declared him as damned,

On account of people preaching him on their land.

To prevent Gods from imparting on him eternal torture as punishment,

The Reaper must hastily stop the hearts of all of Uruk's inhabitants,

That was The Reaper's commitment,

An order from his lord he deemed so preeminent.

But no true Gods roam this realm,

All of his efforts were in vain.

For the might unmatched of the killer of beings be,

It still fell short when compared to thee.

With a sword of gold,

Came forth the one he came for, the embodiment of his misery.

Walking on the dunes of the dried Huzur, he leaped in the air and touched the azure.

His marvelous elegance, armour of gold,

The demise of the Reaper he foretold.

Thus clashed the blades of the sword and the cleaver,

The sight sparked, valour of glamour and splendour.

In an instant the result was clear,

Sword overpowers the cleaver,

Reaper's head severed.

Thus the forces advancing stopped, dropped their weapons and escape they sought.

But mercy was not an attribute Gilgamesh wrought,

Having their lives taken with nought thought.

Cheers erupted on the battlefield in one voice,

Praising their lord for his might.

But suddenly menacing laughter could be heard overpowering their noise,

Yet the source of it was nowhere in sight.

The primal instinct of all men was awakened,

As they felt cold sweat breaking, legs stunned.

All fell silent as the laughter grew,

Even Gilgamesh felt the hairs on his skin going askew.

It was laughter that bought misery,

From the being over whom no one can declare victory.

It was the arcane horror of the ancient era,

The first rebel against Gods' bearer.

The ultimate saviour from Gods' wrath,

He is despised by all yet paves souls' path.

Nothing can escape its grasp,

For all will fall under his clasp.

The ruler of those who have died,

He ascends from ather by opening it wide.

“Foolish mortal who resists and dares!

How have you now silenced Reaper's glare?

Why fight against me, you will end up where?

In the end all rest with me, Death's ensnare!"

His words were sharp, clearly heard.

As humans stayed paralysed like a herd.

It was death itself, to avenge his minion,

He took back the head of Reaper and established his dominion,

For Gilgamesh as well being a mortal,

Couldn't move his feet in front of the eternal sorter.

In an instant he reversed Gilga's action,

By reattaching Reaper's head within a second's fraction.

As the glare of the Reaper was reignited,

He picked his broken cleaver and had it united,

Picking it up he went straight for Gilga's head,

Gilgamesh looked at Death in the eyes, his life on thread,

He regained his composure and swung his sword,

Severing the Reaper's head once more.

Gilga turned and flung his sword at the menace,

Expecting Death to be furious in tremendous,

Which is why he stood in disbelief,

As he saw the grin of Death increase.

He was prepared for a ferocious outlash,

He was prepared for an all-out attack.

Yet Death stood there unnervingly smiling,

Sending down chills instead of fighting.

“Thank you for the amusement that you have shown,

Never before has a mortal entertained be this much before.

In my name I declare this,

as long as you will rule this land of Ephilaties,

no one shall die of anything but old age and mortal wounds thereif.

Send me off now from here as an ally not a foe,

With great interest I shall watch you so show a great show.

And then when you shall have your time come, Atropos though you may be,

I will carve a throne for thee.

With these words uttered,

The ground shuddered,

Death disappeared.

“Even though you refused me,

Beware of Gods' divine will.

For without my relief,

You might fall into greatest depth of grief.

Remember that even though sad death might be,

It is a necessity.

It prevents and paves alike,

Torment and joy decide.

Have pride,

For a mortal like you has been allied,

By Death's side."

The voice dissipated into the distance,

Leaving behind nothing but echoing fragments.

“And thus the King of Undead stopped his advance,

Believing if it's Gilgamesh, against Gods, he even might have a chance."