There's a lot of Percabeth fanfics, how Annabeth and Percy feel about Percy's 16th birthday approaching, but what about Sally? I'm not much of a poet, and you're free to tell me that, but I just want to show how much Percy's birthday affects Sally. Enjoy! (I hope!)
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My little baby sea,
Grown up right before me,
Sometimes when I dream,
The horrible images make it seem,
Like my little baby sea,
Is gone.
Is dead.
But off he marches,
Going off,
Going on,
Away from the car,
Proud as a star,
My little Percy,
Could disappear,
And I won't hear,
His final cry,
His final breathe,
His final word,
It will all be lost for me
My little baby sea,
Little Percy,
I have loved him from the start,
But no amount of blue food,
Could stop the ancient feud,
And stop the possibility,
The Titans,
The Gods,
The ancient feud,
The cut that has run too deep,
To long,
To far,
And it may cut my baby sea,
My Percy,
And my heart,
Making a wound that shall never heal,
My Percy,
My sea,
Don't leave me!