I cannot BELIEVE I'm actually publishing this. Freaking ridiculous, that's what it is. My gosh.

So it all started with freaking school. We had to create a Poetry Wheel, a pain-in-the-butt project that requires us to write poems demonstrating rhyme, simile, metaphor, syntax, situational irony, ect, ect.

So.

I got put in charge of imagery. And my topic was Marvin the Martian. Great. Easy-peasy lemon squeezy, right?

Wrong. Freaking Dead Wrong.

Somehow, it turned into an epic. About Marvin the Martian. That rhymed.

I believe this is proof that my brain should be locked away.

And then I got the urge to post it here. And I was like, "No, Valkyra, that is a freaking bad idea. People will make fun of you, and whatever meager reputation you might have had will be lost forever. Don't do it."

My brain disagreed. It conspired with my insanity, and overtook me.

I'm publishing it. Here. On this site.

Frag, I must be crazy.

And Marvin Martian,

Stepping away from the stair,

Watched his enemy crumble

Into ash in the air,

Ignoring the smell,

and removing his helmet,

when it rang like a bell

'gainst the cool marble floor

and Marvin, poor Marvin,

he was there no more.

And now from the shadows,

Her eyes all agleam,

And gun smoking hot,

Now there stood the Queen

Of Mars and its lot.

Her mercy had gone,

And poor Marvin was too,

In the crisp morning dawn

When the wild winds blew.

No more would the Queen

Suffer these fools.

No, she let out a scream,

And destroyed all her tools.

So take warning, take warning,

Of poor Marvin's fate,

For in these dark mornings,

You can still hear the last words

Of Marvin the Great.

"My Queen,"

He had uttered.

"My Queen!"

He had cried.

"I have never forsworn you,

nor have I lied."

"Never forsaken, nor betrayed, and never despised.

But still you have wronged me,

For you never tried.

Too long have I left you

Blundered and wrong.

How have you served me,

With no conquering song?

So no more shall I give

You mercy, and live."

So saying, she had risen

The gun to his eyes,

And pulling the trigger

Spread light to the skies.

In Medias Res is a term for a certain type of epic. These epics begin the story in the middle or near the end, and use small flashbacks to explain what happened.

I learned this after I wrote the whole fragging thing. Somehow I made this without intending too. Yay, go insane brain. (Note the sarcasm.)

Anyway, please review. I'll probably get flames. Darned if I don't deserve it, for actually writing this.