walking shadow of the person past, it is often disputed if I should be slow or run fast. virus or chemical do not always define, sometimes its a prion that causes all my grime. hit me hard onto the head, please ensure that I stay dead.

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.

I am used to bring info, sell things, and make you laugh, but I am not used to do those things often now. You can find me in old movies or a dentist’s waiting room .