“Time stopped and became a bystander,

As Gilgamesh and the rulers of this world began their meander."

Shaking the rule of tyranny to its core, 

First time someone had invaded the king's court. 

Breaching the defences that even the armies of Shulka couldn't conquer, 

Gilgamesh destroyed them in a moment making them falter.

The castle contravened of it's cheered creed,

Retaliation now the court of Enlil seeked. 

Standing at the centre was Gilgamesh with his horse,

Ready to take the gamble that will change Fate's course.

In front of his eyes were the four members of the upper echelon of misery,

Commanded by none other but Enlin, manifestation of tyranny.

Giant mammothian monstrous Obabish wielded two hammers heavier than the feathers of Grunbabish.

He stood like a mountain, emancipating an aura of butchery.

On his shoulder, accompanying him the wielder of legendary forgery

On wielding swords, Gunn had mastery. 

Levitating above the battlefield emitting an aura of pure dreadery,

Was the witch Shaqabe, master of sorcery.

Finally was the Giant of Demolition,

Even the echelon kept a distance from this abomination.

His gargantuan presence of ornery was so potent,

Yet he was called God's fragment.

Enlil, the tamer of the beast and the ruler of Mesopotamia,

Rumoured to have seen the graces of elusive

Alzephezion,

Stood on a balcony with his staff and wand.

Let the battle that will shake this Earth commence.

This resentment of his will have unforeseen consequence.

“You think you have might stronger than Gods!

That is your ego, your downfall!

If you were a servant of the almighty's cause then you would have been strongest of all!

Though you may think you are impressive, 

Subjugating my forces and killing effusive,

You are nothing but a mere mortal, the same who shares the lane of all mongrels!

Enslaving my city of Uruk, you are no king, you are a Mormal!

Today here I shall banish you from this land of sanity,

You malignant calamity!"

“Words are but waft of air,

Of the Kingdom of Uruk, I am hier.

The people you subjugated are my slaves,

Because you bought them to my lair.

You forced their hands into begging for freedom,

Saving them was my, and only my endeavour.

They are not slaves stolen, unlike yours,

I have earned them through labour, that I am sure.

The kingdom of Uruk, has it all.

That you lack, in your halls; A capable King."

Words exclaimed in a fight,

Are a showcase of others' might.

Having offended both bystanders,

They wallop now, in this battle.

Gilgamesh leapt with his sword of gold,

Tried to slash the towering unholy ghoul.

Yet his ultimate blade couldn't pierce its flesh,

It stood there, completely unfazed.

Then he tried his hand at the witch who flew,

She was so nimble that he couldn't skew.

So he turned his attention to the giant's shoulder

On which stood the legendary forge holder.

He slashed his sword through its blades,

But lo what! It shattered into clades.

The holy gold sword was not a match,

For the strength of the legendary forge was unmatched.

Forged by the forgers of God's weapon,

It was blessed by the hands of Embden.

Gilgamesh smirked as the pieces of his sword fell,

Simply amused by how to felt.

It had been a long time since something had pushed him,

Beyond the point where he would put his toys aside him.

The giant saw an opportunity to smack Gilgamesh, he thrust his fist against his face.

But all of its efforts were in vain, as Gilgamesh simply grinned and threw him away.

His bare hands were stronger than his sword, but he didn't use them to prevent them from getting worn.

Gunn jumped in the air,

As Obabish went flying.

He crashed at Enlin,

Who gave out a sigh.

It was clear that the battle wouldn't be a simple skirmish,

Nor would it end with a simple verdict,

For even if Gilgamesh saw Enlil as a vermin,

He acknowledged his strength in this conflict.

The forces of Enlil again gathered,

But Gilgamesh wasted no time to have them slaughtered,

Igniting the flames, his gift he snatched from the heavens,

He turned them into ashes, all those devils.

But the upper echelon stood as if bathing in sun,

While the flames of Gilgamesh made the rest of the castle burn.

Gilgamesh was the only one who could control the flames of all realms,

Yet he was not alone to have the might of heaven.

For Enlil was capable of commanding wind, Earth, and even the sky,

Causing a rainstorm with the ire of his hollow eye,

Even so the summoned flames of Gilgamesh didn't die,

They growled ferociously in total defy.

Frustrated, Enlil ordered the foul beast to consume his flesh,

Making the beast or ornery become berserk of enmesh,

The strongest beast a tamer could call upon,

Myths say it plagued the realm of Unplon.

But Gilgamesh has had enough of this debauchery,

Tumultuous nature; he unleashed his might on the beast of ornery.

Even Enlil was stunned,

The beast was succumbed,

A might no mortal could fecund;

Yet Gilgamesh had just summoned.

“How can a mortal being...

This must be his trick!

You are nothing but fool! That sly slick,

marionette; again his win!"

“Uttering nonsense now that your trump was ruined?

Calling upon fake foes to your biddings?

Oh, you are nothing but a laugh!

I will now end you with my divine wrath!"

Seeing terror eyes tremble,

The ultimate war of chaos,

Earth rumbles,

Sky crumbles.