"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. :)
