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 can run, but never walk. I have a mouth, but never talk. I have a bed, but never sleep. What am I?

From my mind has poured a clown. One of many adventures to be found. A dog, a car, a hotel too, my characters are scared and so are you. All roads make the answer clear. It can be no one but the monarch of fear.