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From ashes of Sokovia, a twin sister rose,
With powers of chaos and psionic flows,
Wanda they called her, tethered spirit unfurled,
As women before her, she reckoned this world. 

Her pain born of loss, and hurt tragedy,
Fueled a hatred not native and made enemy,
Tony Stark, as she knew him, her symbol of ire,
Whose projected missiles did actions inspire.

Then pawn of HYDRA, she underwent change,
Not knowing that Hive was behind her new range,
Of amplified magic, from blue sceptered stone,
The Mind did its work, made Wanda her own.

Though then HYDRA fell, together with twin, 
She set to continue ahead with revenge,
Wanda and brother then joined Ultron's fray,
Running from darkness, defeat and dismay.

Ultron, a baddie, then showed untrue hand,
After reading wide webs, of human demand,
"It is thee," Ultron said, to all who have soul,
Having made his grand judgement on lives as a whole.

The Avengers, new friends, then gave them new home,
But battle took brother, and left her alone,
Haunted by guilt, Wanda tried to atone,
For the visions of death, and destruction she'd sown.

Seeing her sadness, and shades of gray mind,
Vision, his heart, synthetic affined,
Changed Wanda, once more, this time love not by stone,
Heated and pulsing began her breastbone.

But the darkest of Orders then tore them apart,
Whose ambush was lead with the force of black art,
Thanos, his cruelty, rent Vision from life,
Killed his keen mind, and nearly his wife. 

In Wanda's grief, she lost all control,
Her magic enshrining, a reality whole,
Utopian world, life and Vision anew,
Sitcoms a backdrop, where love one time grew.

Yet even she clung, onto her creation,
Sinister forces, did seek subjugation,
Wielding a sword named annihilation,
Driving her deeper into isolation.

In darkest hour, strange verity revealed,
Scarlett Witch, Wanda's destiny, now it was sealed,
Awe full is her power, woman misunderstood,
Wanda shapes the whole multiverse, as only she could. 

A pure quest begun, to reclaim once lost life,
She battled her foes, caused some pain, drew a knife,
Down went illuminati and Masters of Mystics,
All fell to her wrath, it was only logistics.

She searched for her boys, and then them she found,
A little bit changed, and fully earth-bound, 
They may become heroes, or normals or villains,
Hard to say now, as they are only still children.

Wanda won't know, in the end found redemption,
As she destroyed all the sources, of evils just mentioned,
Every copy of Darkhold, every single last spell,
Went from every universe, by her hand, straight to hell. 

At long last, she then stood, on a mountaintop high,
And bade complex family and lovers goodbye,
Sacrificing herself, an acceptable grace,
Shook the multiverse down, and left women, some space. 

In Wanda Maximoff, a solid legacy born,
Woman, hero, villain and in-between torn,
By grief and by love, and by magical consistory,
Her tale true does make, an epical history. 



March 14, 2023
Marvel Supervillians Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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