Night is not when there is no light,

But tonight the sky will be of the starless night.

“The only one Death watches in anticipation.

Bearer of agitation of this world's creation,

He faiths that Gilgamesh will achieve what he could not, 

And turn the tables over the creator of all life's lot."

Battle screech on the shore of Uruk's river,

Sinking men into the deep blue where now their bodies will never shiver.

The battlefield yet again prospered and enriched,

With the blood of fallen warriors the lavender furnished...

As if moss growing on dry and hard clay,

The forces advancing continued their assault through both night and day,

Unceasing, their end nowhere in sight,

Yet the forces of Uruk denied them any delight.

This time the offenders were the knights of Enlin,

plunderers of peace with their crafts of bukbak's anvil.

Enlin was the king of the most powerful of kingdoms,

He made anyone who turned against him into his victim.

A higher deity, he considered humanity nothing but fiety,

To him all those who needed to drink from The Nile were dirty,

For he was blessed with eternal satiety.

Never needing to rely on The Nile to provide for him,

He had no respect for providence from the holy mill,

The one which provides sustenance to all beings,

Humans, birds, animals, fish, or other roaming things.

No life without Nile was possible,

Yet Enlil was an exception.

Due to this blessing his arrogance grew,

Starting a campaign of cruelty he went askew,

Forsaking the morals that all mortals were told to abide by,

He aimed his eye towards the highest reaches of the sky.

Yet the higher the rise steeper the fall,

He gave the heavenly God a vain call,

Angered by an impudent mortal's quest for Alzephezion,

The heavenly God struck Enlin's eyes that sought for horizon.

Thus making the light of his eyes go astray,

Making his goals for conquest going awry.

Still ambitious even after the heavens' forsake,

Enlin continued his conquest on mortal lands to quench his ache,

Swearing revenge on the heavenly God, he decided to turn all mortals into his dog,

An army of slaves loyal to only him,

A force that no God would be able to kill.

And thus he started his reign of tyranny,

Enslaving all and conscripting them to his army.

Sought freedom, the people of Uruk begged Gilgamesh to help free them from his monstrosities.

After being promised their slavery, Gilgamesh agreed and freed Uruk from Enlil's oppression for rest of eternities.

Enlin didn't take this act of revolt so kindly.

Since then he had been attacking the land of Uruk mercilessly.

Never ceasing the attacks on the four frontiers,

He sought not to reclaim, but to sunder,

Bygone visions of desolation and asunder.

No matter how many of his hordes the people of Uruk resisted,

They kept coming back from the horizon beyond in numbers unlimited.

Having slashed more than ten thousand men,

Gilgamesh had grown sick of his mindless meat attacks.

This was the largest attack that Uruk had ever witnessed,

Yet not a single soldier lost their spirit nor turned on their commitment.

This was because the leaders' perpetual endurance,

And the fact that they had gained Death's reverence

Who watched from underworld and grinned,

Taking away Enlil's forces with his Reaper Grim.

Soon the battle reached a point boiling,

Repainting the hegemony of war toiling,

Mortal's life is but a gleaming glint of a broken glass,

It does not last, but leaves you aghast.

Leading the charge against the general of the knights,

Gilgamesh led his forces under the sky of the starless night.

Golden blades turned Scarlet as they slashed everything in sight,

Nobody could now save the aggressors from Gilgamesh's might;

This was their last plight.

Another battle of stakes of lives,

All thrilled as they danced for life.

Yet no thrill filled his heart,

Only tedium for him from end to start.

Another battle over in a blink of an eye,

For others though it felt like unrivalled vie.

His resentment through the roof,

Mundan life was, this was his proof.

Even if battle can't bring him joy,

Just what shall he do in life to enjoy?

Irritated by the tacts of Enlil's attacks,

He sought to end all of his ransacks.

Not for the good and well of people,

But because he thought him to be evil.

Not to the people, he didn't care,

But to himself, he couldn't snare.

Then and there he set for the expedition under the night of no stars,

Having no fear in his heart against the opposition.

He vows to raise his sword against the man with many scars.

The one who blinded yet supreme, Gilgamesh set to challenge his position.

He called for his horse with a breath of whistle,

Tulpar, his four-legged companion, came quick and nimble.

Together they set for the heart of Mesopotamia,

The Kingdom of Enlin, the fort of sacred Hummbaria.

Seeing their King the people of Urik cried,

Yearning for their leader to take them to provide,

Yet Gilgamesh ever so arrogant,

Refused to take the forces to Enlil's court.

Ordered his forces to be vigilant

He was going alone to cut Enlil short.

For he alone could set for this journey,

Travel miles upon miles and still remain sturdy.

Alone could cross the vast desert and leap the rivers,

Alone could shake Enlil's Kingdom's pillars.

Before he knew he reached the walls of the kingdom,

Walls of which were decorated by the spoils of Enlil's victims.

Gilgamesh, man reckless,

Leapt walls over walls dodging spears speckless,

None could stop his mighty advances,

He reached for the king like plighty avalanches.

The night turned bright as the light of the twilight broke,

Bringing Tuplar into the Kingdom of Enlil on whom Gilgamesh rode.

In mere seconds he demolished the royal guards,

Entered the castle of Enlil, the piercer of countless hearts.

Chaos couldn't be stopped, how can a single man be responsible for this cause?

This mayhem alerted the sleeping King's Court,

The strongest entities on the plane resided in this fort.

A wall broke,

Enlil woke,

A colossal giant bearing two enormous hammers came forth,

A lady wearing green and purple clothes,

She was the strongest bearer of wicked sorcery,

Followed her a man with the most legendary forgery,

Finally came the unnerving disgusting beast of ornery,

Together the four with Enlil made the upper echelon of misery.

“As Gilgamesh unmounted his trusted horse,

Something was coming to change his life's course."