A/N: I can't believe I'm uploading a poem. I blame my English teacher for making me write this. (Original poem? Hah! I wrote a fanfiction.) Ahem, anyway this is a villanelle that I wrote for English. My teacher said it was a "powerful" poem, so I hope you guys like it. (Even though I think I suck at writing/reading poems...)
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO/HoO.
With so many people dying–
I feel it in my soul.
Why am I even trying?
The people, they are crying,
Crying as their brethren are going into the dark hole,
With so many people dying.
They go to the place underlying,
And they cry out to me, trying to cajole.
Why am I even trying?
With golden drachmas, they are buying
Their way to Hades, only to wait beneath the soil,
With so many people dying.
Why are my friends trying?
They are meant to go to the land of ol'.
Why am I even trying?
My friends, they are crying
For the ones they tried to enroll.
With so many people dying,
Why am I even trying?