I wanted to be Wikipedia famous.
So famous that when you Googled my name.
It would come with a Wikipedia article.
One day I did just that.
And my name popped up.
I was intrigued.
Finally, they recognized me for my Marvel blog.
I kept telling them Loki did not have to die.
So I clicked on the link.

It had my information
And then.
Oh no.
It said I went to the Hill school!
The Hill School was our high school rival.
I mean, my high school rival.
I still have to get over this bandwagon thing.
Every homecoming, they would win.
I guess it was not like any home I would like to claim.
They called it homecoming, but only one team would show up
To claim victory.
The past is in the past though.
They are a good school.

So I will let it slide just because…
What is this blasphemy!
The article says I went to Boston College.
What nonsense!
They are my rival too!
I mean our rival.
My school would be mad to see that
I alone claimed a personal vendetta.
That was there before my time.
This is madness.
Someone wrote a Wikipedia article about my life.
Just to put in that I went to all my rival schools
Who would do such a thing?
But I had to laugh
Because whoever did it.
Is such a genius.

The Manyman stepped back and waved his hands saying, No, no, I meant my nephew! My beloved one!”The Alliance Project pointed at The Manyman and said, “Seize him.” The Dahomeyian Scepter Guardians put him under guard and led him away. The Peacemonger for Strengthened Weapons looked on and a shiver ran up his soul. Message called out from her palace, “I am coming to lead you!”
The Alliance Project pointed at the Seragon Mountains and grimly noted to Message “A war is just to determine which side will have a victory parade after people die but before everyone is dead.” Message nodded and started to come down. She took her Dahomeyian Scepter and put on her Galvatar Watch. Message pushed a button and the Celestial Blade Saber came into her hands. Message walked out to where the soldiers were gathered. Suddenly there was a rumbling from deep inside the mountains. They turned black and shifted to the right side. Arthur took his side by The Alliance Project and Message and pulled out Excalibur.
A ominous figure rose from the mountain. It spoke in a conversation of tongues as it set down in front of them. One of those tongues, a deep baritone that was cold in its logic, said, “ Silly Message. Pretending as if you like war because then you can save your people. Your true motives were crouched in the shadows until the bloodshed threw them into the dying light. When others see who you really are  they get ashamed because you are a shame.”
Message said, “ High talk from a person who always disagrees with himself.” The Alliance Project yelled out to the Dahomeyian Army, “Take your positions! This is war.” Message walked out in front of her Dahomeyian Army and cried out, “Soldiers, now is the time to end that monster who afflicted this planet under two heritages!” The Dahomeyian Army gave a shout and then charged.
Message went forward but the Alliance Project held her back saying, “You do us better staying back and directing the battle.” Arthur can lead the head-on charge and I can focus any reinforcements as needed. We have new roles now.” Message huffed and sat down on the grass. It was a small hill, but she felt that she was even smaller because she was no longer part of the action. Message looked up at the sky and noticed for the first time that it had three moons…..
The Alliance Project directed Paroah Chariots to encircle Mythology and to have suppression fire while soldiers kept up the heat on Mythology. Mythology was hit many times but refused to go down. Arthur flashed Excalibur and suddenly Mythology fell to his knees. But when the Dahomeyian saw his face, he was grinning, a smile that was chilling because of its unpacked evil.
Mythology called out to Arthur in a woman’s voice, The light from your Excalibur has freed my forces, and now they are ready to arise and swallow this forsaken planet. Say goodbye now, because no one will remember you later.”
Mythology looked at the moons above and suddenly, ominous warriors began to drop from those moons. Each clad in armor and carrying a weapon that seemed to be half blade, half hand-cannon. The Alliance Project went into the Isotrain Mechanism preparing to fly up to cut off the source, and Message ran after him. Message yelled out, “I am your Dahomeyian Rulership and I demand that I come with you as your commander, and I order to come as your wife!!!” The Alliance Project shrugged and Message sent a note to Arthur on her Galvatar Watch saying, “ Hold off those beings until we can get to the moons and destroy the source. Only use Excalibur for stabbing but don’t use the Light Power because it attracts these fiends.” Arthur said, “Got it. We have to get in close for hand to hand combat.” Message turned around and said, “See I can do a lot better being a part of the action.” The Alliance Project shrugged and piloted the Isotrain Mechanism toward the Tripodate Moons.

Message looked at Arthur’s flight toward Mythology through the window. She looked out the window and shouted to the outside, “With every down, we will hunt their breath!”  The Peacemonger for Strengthened Weapons looked shocked and his face turned pale. He turned his head upward and said in the loudest voice he could, “Don’t you mean with every breath, we shall hunt them down?!” Message waved her ******* at him and said, “I mean what I said!” Then she slammed the window shut.
The Peacemonger for Strengthened Weapons turned to the Manyman he was speaking to and complained, “Message is the most aggressive person in our army. She is always dragging us into fights that we have to bail her out by our power.” The Manyman nodded and said, “What if I told you that she doesn’t have to drag us into fights anymore.”  The Peacemonger stroked his beard and said, “Interesting. I am listening so go ahead.” “The Manyman said, “There is a group called the Headless who wants to overthrow Message. You would be in the line of succession so you could rule us and stop Message’s nonsense.” The Peacemonger crossed his arms and said, “You never heard it from me, but I like that and when you succeed, I will be the Dahomeyan Rulersbip. I will funnel you weapons, so that when you overthrow her, I can be the one to slam her prison door shut in her face. We do not want to **** our ruler, that would not be nice,” he cackled.
Message called Arthur on the Galvatar watch, “Where are you? I can’t see you.” Arthur replied, “We are in the inside, but we don’t see, OHHH. I see it. He is just like what my mom said tormented my ancestors.” “ Message said back, “Okay so you have seen him, you can pull back.” Arthur replied,”I have to avenge my ancestors who now sleep because I was not born when Mythology attacked. Good-bye.” Message pleaded, “Arthur! That was not the plan!”, but her Galvatar watch soon fell silent and she was pacing back and forth.
The Alliance Project opened the door and said, “You were never one for plans, or to follow a plan once it has been formed. Karma is really something, huh.” “Get out”, said Message, not amused at all. The Alliance Project cocked his head and said, “You know now we would have to be put on the War Footing, right?” Let me gather the Dahomeyian Army as a safeguard.” Message buried her head in her hands and said, “What have I done?”
The Alliance Project assembled the Dahomeyian Army. As a Project he was the Peacemonger Marshal of the Dahomeyian Army, even though the Dahomeyian Army was headed by Message as titular Ruler. The Dahomeyian Army advanced toward the Seragon Mountains where Mythology lived. Suddenly someone said, “Look up there.” The Isotrain Mechanism came down in front of them.
Inside was Arthur, bloodied but proud. He said to the Dahomeyian Army, “I did my ancestors well. I stopped Mythology. It took the king of Camelot and Avalon to defeat a deity.” “The Manyman who was talking to the Peacemonger for Strengthened Weapons went and angrily asked Arthur, “ Where is Wayne, my son? He went with you on the expedition!” Arthur said, “ I don’t know of this Wayne of whom you speak of. I went by myself and triumphed with my sword.” The Manyman said, “Where is my boy?” The Alliance Project stepped between Arthur and the Manyman and showed The Manyman a projection.  He solemnly said,
“Wayne never existed. You never had a son.”

Lady of the Night pushed a button and suddenly a  bright light started flashing in the Arurian Tower. It started screeching, “Code Fight, this is not a drill.” She turned around in her chair and asked the Dragon-Power, who were all on the wall. “Tell me, what is the way to defeat Mythology?” Setil, one of the Dragon-Power replied, “You must sever the Arguments from the force-beings, but that is the easy part. Then you must defeat all of the Arguments in turn. But remember, an Argument can only be defeated by an Argument.” Lady of the Night nodded her head and said into the intercom, “I am going to need Paroah Chariots, Centaur-Raptors, and all of the Mechanisms to assemble outside the Arurian Tower for further instruction.” Lady of the Night then pushed a button on her wheelchair and it transformed into the Galvaric Armor. She
then took her Parisia Bow and went outside.
The different forces of the Federation were outside, some in Paroah Chariots, some on Centaur- Raptors with wings outstretched, and Breastplate-Bearer and Dialect standing by an
Isotrain Mechanism. Lady of the Night cleared her throat and said to herself, “Now let me see if I can do this Battlefare Intonment Message is so good at.” She raised her voice and her bow and
said, “Now is the reason for why the Federation is formed. There is a force out there called Mythology who must be defeated. Dahomeyia was destroyed once, it can never be destroyed
again. Got it?!”
A Courier sat there with a blade looking disinterested.  Lady of the Night glared at him and pointed her bow at him saying,”Didn’t you just here what I said?!” The young man got up,
and he was very tall. He shrugged his shoulders and said, “Ma’am, where I come from, we have to see the threat in our eye to believe that it is real, and until I do, I’m calling nonsense on all that
you claim.” Lady of the Night withdrew her bow shaking and asked, “Excuse me, but what is your name?”  He said, “ My name is Bobby, and I am a Courier for this Federation. Who are
you? Nice speech by the way.” “Lady of the Night almost shook with rage as she said, “I am the Delta Knight of the Federation and Battlefare Commander of Earth. For your insolence you will
be promoted to Scout and be part of the Vanguard who will attack Mythology first. Not only will you see Mythology, you cant miss him.” “Cool” said Bobby as he boarded the Isotrain
Mechanism. Lady of the Night shook her head and said, laughing, “I don’t know where they recruit these people, but they are always the fighters we need.”
Lady of the Night met with Breastplate-Bearer and Dialect and told them, “ You guys will be the Addition to the Dahomeyian Forces. Dialect, you can command the Mobile Forces as
a Peacemonger Marshal  that will pin Mythology down and strike at long range. Breastplate-Bearer, you will be the Peacemonger Marshal in charge of the Ground Soldiers of Magaian
Tiger-Hounds, Brackti-Guard, and Scouts who will deal the final blow in concert with the Dahomeyian Army. I will sent enough Couriers so that you can get all the supplies and
weaponhoods you need to win. Victory is ours, okay.”“Got it,” said Breastplate-Bearer and Dialect as they boarded the last Isotrain Mechanism. Breastplate-Bearer looked back at Earth and
said, “It’s a shame she cannot join us in this fight, it will be glorious.” Dialect responded, “We need her on Earth because the skills she has, cannot be replaced and what we do she makes us
better.” They both nodded in agreement.

They advertised this bed.
Shouting that it was good for sleep aways.
Would put all of your sleep problems away for good.
But they never told me that with all my worries.
Sleep could not be good.
Oh sure, I hopped in
The pillows were something lovely.
I was told that someone else could sleep there lovely.
I needed no covers, it was not the cold winter.
But then I could not fall asleep.
I could not even fall out of bed.
I could just lie there, but I could not even lie to myself.
Sleep should not be this hard.

The darkness was both inviting and forbidden.
Inviting me to go to sleep
While forbidding me to dream.
The dream, the dream was the goal.
If I could only dream.
I was like in hibernation, but I could not dream.
So I knew that I was not sleeping.
I was being denied my dream to dream.

The darkness was showing its hand.
Turning this hand.
I see the lighter side of that hand as it grasps above
As those hands were pointing to adolescence.
First 4 then 5 then 6.
Time turned into a toddler so trifling.
Its fingers were reaching out across the sky.
If I could just have 2 hours, 1 hour.
Now  it is time to wake up.
I could not sleep, I could not dream
But now I must do everything in my power to stay awake.

They told me
You don't look like your environment.
I said to them.
You only see my environment when the sun goes down.
In the midst of blackness
But when the sun comes up.
There you will see my face
On everyone that is there
In the midst of blackness.

My lines are so sick, that all of them are in the clinic with a cough later.
This force is so strong with me  that I was the father to Darth Vader.
Your lines are dead, and don’t blame it on the approaching storm.
And you couldn’t get reception because your tone was wrong.
So you trying to get a signal, but you couldn’t even get one from  Dark Knight’s violence
Trying to bring the drive in all that you do, but you parked right by hydrants.
I did not need to pick up a hammer because I was already worthy.
And Thanos snapped his fingers to avoid me, because he could not hurt me.
So in this life of written word, you can call it a modern Shakespeare sonnet.
They look down at my paper like they look at a casket, to see a wake here on it.