"The greatest gift our parents ever gave us was each other."

...

The son of Hades is with her to grow

He isn't there to watch her fall

She falls when she faces her greatest foe

But his foe is the greatest of them all

.

Heroes never go down without a fight

They say monsters hide under the bed

Even though they lurk out in the night

The real monsters lie in his head

.

He carves the ground to dig her grave

He lights candles all around

If only she hadn't been so brave

Nobody makes a sound

.

He completes the ritual, buries her body

They mourn for the hero they've lost

He sees them cry, everybody

And knows there's always a cost

.

He looks upon the blurry sea of faces

He remembers how she fell dead

Young di Angelo turns around and paces

Wishing it had been him who'd died instead


A/N: I was just editing some of my chapters for another story, when inspiration struck me. I'll tell you right now: I'm not very good at poetry. (Terrible, in fact.) But because poetry is something I enjoy reading and it's something I'd like to improve in, I decided to give it a shot anyways. There's no harm in trying, right? I hope you liked it and I apologize in advance to any extraordinary poets if I've done things wrong. :)