Son of Poseidon with beautiful sea green eyes,
Child of the Great Prophecy, his enemies shall rise.
Showing loyalty towards those he loves,
He is brave and kind, like a dove.
Son of Hermes with eyes deep blue,
A terrible fate he had to pursue.
A heart broken and confused that no soul could mend,
A traitor proved hero, in the end.
A centuries old argument set them apart,
They disagreed and bickered from the start.
As their friendship strengthened, so did their love for one another,
And they discovered their growing affection for each other.
Percy saved the world from total destruction.
Luke's heroic acts will not be forgotten.
A birthday, a death, and a love began to soar,
It all happened August 18th, on the 600th floor.
"We need a shroud," I announced, my voice cracking. "A shroud for the son of Hermes"