Everyone knows me, though no one wants me. Even though some claim otherwise, everyone has thee. I am the conqueror of armies, toppler of monarchies, At one point, I even had the whole world on its knees.

Turtle, Turtle, Ninja Turtle. The ceiling has my greatest signature, orange masked creature. Marble and stone obey my hand, Sculptures and frescoes across the land.

I was named after all-father, the king with the ravens. I'm met once a week, or seen in two seasons. In a septenary, they will me name. Some call me longer, but we're all the same.

I can be a most serious transgression, or the number one rule. In church, I'm part of a college, but not a school. I never get lost, feathers striking as a jewel. To some I visit as the departed, even when the weather begins to cool.

In towers of Babel's old tale, I thrive, a bridge where cultures and minds contrive. A symphony of sounds and signs, where meanings dance in rhythmic lines.