The Mighty Rescuer

Folks say his mother used to read

Stories of ancient warriors indeed,

To give birth to a child as brave

As a legend beneath a historic grave.

'Achilles'- She used to call her son

And he grew up, fascinating like none,

His teachers surged heroic waves aboard

His mother gifted him with a little sword.

He didn't disclose there was a land

Where he was hailed as a warrior grand,

Every day he read of kings in wars

Every night he escaped worldly doors.

That night he was woken by an alphabet

It was an 'A' shivering in a cold sweat,

"Achilles our savior, we need thee

To release our inmates and set them free."

Arose Achilles to the land of words

Where stories flew past like birds,

Colored houses of phrases spoken

Missing alphabets from windows broken.

The morning sun made up of a sentence

Pleaded Achilles for their independence,

Leaving A and C all had been caught

Their land left with stories that fought.

Achilles swayed his little gifted sword

Headed to the prison he'd never explored,

Oh what courage flowed in his veins

Determined to free alphabets of chains.

The prison of punctuation marks was guarded

By creepy spelling mistakes disregarded,

He fought valiantly and killed them all

Released alphabets from the prison wall.

He met the King of Punctuation Marks

Demanded to know why he fired sparks,

"Achilles the brave! We hail thee

We were ruined by an unknown flea.

But now that you have saved our land

I plead you to let our message expand,

When people in the world pen their tales

Let them punctuate or the train derails.

As long as punctuation stays alive

Their stories will flutter and strive,

Or else mistakes might attack us again

Their follies will make our enemies gain."

Brave Achilles understood while he came back

Tired, dozed off till he heard something crack,

"Hold on! I come to save the world afar";

Perhaps tonight, The Alexander or a Czar?