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.
