“As The King sat on his throne with all of his elegance,

He would close his eyes and lean without arrogance.

To try and hear the melody of laughter without malevolence,

It was the proof of his benevolence.”

Another dawn brought forth another war,

Another day witnessed blood and gore.

As the aggressors after Uruk keep marching on,

The piles of corpses continue to lie on the ground upon.

Yet no one has the power required,

To beat the might for the fame they desired,

Foolishly on the land of Uruk they transpired,

Hoping that after their victory they will be admired.

The sword of Gilgamesh, made of gold.

Was a symbol of his might, a sight to behold.

For gold wasn't a metal known for its strength,

Yet because of Gilga's might it cut through even mountains without resistance.

The sword was blessed with the power of seize,

Whatever the sword desired was given to thee.

As the sword once again clashed with another enemy,

Another foe was vanquished easily,

proving Gilgamesh's absolute hegemony.

Another battle was over and celebrations ensued, ”the one who drinks the most has real manhood" declared the command who drank strong wood.

Yet one person had a deadpan face. He didn't smear himself in the mongrel's lane.

His gaze lay awake on the horizon far beyond,

Seeking the beauty of Alzephezion. The ultimate answer, the quench he looked for,

It can't be here he knew for sure.

Since an age when he was young,

There was an itch within him which remained unsung.

Feeling an emptiness which cannot be described,

He struggled to have his name in history inscribed.

Yet never has he had the privilege of challenge,

For wherever he went, he was unchallenged.

“Shall I wish to conquer this plane,

I won't be met with resistance by anyone sane.

In the battles only I will remain.

The ultimate conquest, I shall obtain."

“But what good would that bring to me?

The world will continue to be.

The name of its ruler will be changed.

But the rules of the game will remain the same."

“This bitter resentment I fell, what is it?

Devoid of meaning, my life is.

Why should I, the greatest of the great

Feel miserable even under honour's glade?"

“I am the mightiest with powers to banish Gods,

I am capable of dilapidating any lord.

I live in a castle made of gold, riches of which flow ashore.

I have all lavishes one can wish for,

Yet feel this resentment, oh, just what for?

“I live a life of limitless pleasure.

Yet seek joy and wonder.

Shouldn't this be the end of one's quest?

Yet then why do I seek conquest?"

“Shouldn't I be free from this burning desire?

Of love and hate and riches and powers?

Why still do I find myself pondering at night,

Questioning myself despite having the greatest might?"

“I am the apostle of terror and fear,

Strike dread to my enemies far and near.

But feel this resentment; it is very clear,

I am not meant for limitless pleasures”

Sitting on his throne of treasure,

Even the merchants couldn't measure,

Yet his depth of pleasure,

Wasn't immeasurable.

Two servants fanned him as he sat with his arms fold,

Suddenly the door burst with a messenger who emerged and told,

“Highness, harnessing the power of Uruk is what the knight Hynyam sent by Enlil wishes,

To take over your kingdom he is here with his knights and whiches,

Stop him we must, as our forces dwindle,

With your supreme might, lead a kindle."

“Set for a journey of answers,

Our hero wanders,

Though stronger than God he may be,

He is not omniscient.

With his sword in his hands, he lives with consequents.”