A/N: The main idea for this poem has been bumping around in my head since 'The Last Olympian', but its just in the last few months that I've been able to get it out. Um... I hope you like it? It's the first poem that I've ever published, and I'm really kind proud of it.

It wouldn't make much sense

To an outsider.

But every time there was a war game

Or they played Capture the Flag.

The demigods practice

their War Cry.

They scream,

wordless and fierce,

and do their best

to frighten the other side.

It always ends in a laugh.

And the game is played.

And the game is won.

And the War Cry is forgotten.

It doesn't make sense

until you see them fight.

Until you see them stand

shoulder to shoulder,

shield to shield.

Against a monstrous hoard

The only thing showing,

their pale faces.

And the beasts roar

And someone whimpers

But then

As One

They do their best

To SCREAM

"We aren't afraid of you!"

"We are fearless!"

They scream their War Cry

As Loud as they can

And as Fierce as they can

It's not to honors the Gods

or scare the monsters.

It's to prove

that they aren't alone.