Marvel One-Shots and Prompts

The Madman's Will (Poetry)

Created: 30 December, 2021

Rating: Teen
For mentions of torture, character death, and mental trauma

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Adrift in Space as she so calls
He knows what comes
He knows what falls
And when his hands were bound
-though merely in mind-
-the prison he lived was of a different kind-
And lips tightly sewn
He found that -even- death would not
Take him for its own

He'd killed for glee
Though claimed as ideals -even those
were questionable-
And when found the one who betrayed
He was not about to let -him- slip away
-not again, not on this day-
He killed the man, he alone
And so, he took Space for his own

And they reach to the heavens-
from Earth to sky
Their stone to protect
The one called Time
And now Time was merciless
With her knowing aura, all it seemed
And can sense their distress
She knows what they face
She knows what has changed
But to her -immortal self- all is a mere game

Yes, the madman's work again
Though this Time, not by direct hand
It was true, for he admits, he worked for him
And that was what gets
Heads turned to see what alien matter
Was this

When asked ideally, what she was
-for truth is real-
She answered none
For she was what and how was she
Ever changing -fluid- and more than that
When caged like a monster
-though rabid she was-
Stowed away far -where most were-
Lost. They came to protect her, but they
Were too late

For the madman's trap had been
Delicately laid
With a sickened eye
And a maddened brain
He tore down their ideal fallacy
And for his own, he took Reality

It lay embedded, controlled really
By a being synthesized by one under stress
A man's work, nonetheless
But more when seen progress
And yes, his Mind was trapped within
A mad one's mess
He's living with
And haunted at night by simple dreams
To learn that -no- they were real -actual- things

And so again, meet the madman's foes
Who would lead themselves and dispose
Of the mad attempt for what they possessed
And the madman's plan was foiled again
Though not by him
He -himself- hadn't failed yet

A Soul for a Soul
The trade was- said to be fair as worth
Beyond compare was
Stripped away by the desperate need
To hold on to Power gained
And so she fell within its grasp
Lamenting the sorrows of a life long past

And he cried for his love
Which he had destroyed by the simple action
He had employed
With anger and tears he bore his prized stone
And now the Soul was his own

And Time and allies would take a stand
Though in vain
And folly as they found out firsthand
And so well defeated
The future to defend -though a mere one-
Decided -he did- to put conflict to an end
They were too well to die
And were needed alive

He took with pride
The stone which the heroes had
Desperately tried
To hide
From him, but not well enough
And then they were free to go
As now he had Time for his own

And with the remaining one
Defend it well, or the Time has come
Allied in taking -one final- stand
To let Mind live
Though what would be a broken man
And of course, attempt -like before-
In vain it was -for-
They had failed to keep him away
And mere half would live to
see another sweet day

As he took Mind for his own
The aura of each one shone
Now all six lay in hand
Of the golden glove of the maddened man
And he brought middle to thumb
As he watched his opponent's
-fear filled- faces go numb
What had he done, they wished to know
And they got their answer
With the darkened snow

Which came from their fallen
Friends
Enemies
Allies
Family
They had failed
The man had succeeded
Which none
-not even former enemies killed-
Had believed in

And so, it was
That the madman retreated
-though injured-
To his garden
Where one soon day
He'd be defeated
That -it seemed- was just how it went
One day a god, the next in torment

And though -eventually- reversed it was
Devastation would never be undone
It lay in Minds of all people
And throughout Time, this tale shall be told
Of the heroes who fixed the infinite Space
Used the Power for benevolence
And of the villain, madman who tried to
Twist Reality
The Souls above who witnessed his brutality
And soon, the dark days pass
Leaving the heroes to raise a glass

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Just a poem I wrote when I was half awake. I hope you liked it, and I'm working on quite a few different ideas and half-written stories right now. More substantial stories coming soon!

I should also mention that this poem was inspired loosely from the time the Infinity War cast read the children's book someone had made. I don't really remember the context, but I remember the actors laughing at the terrible rhymes and images. I thought maybe I should give it a go, and here we are.