Hello, I was just thinking about The Nightmare Before Christmas (YAAAY!) and how it sorta reminded me of Nico a bit, so his is the outcome! I hope you like it, and I clearly believe I have lost my mind. Definitions will be at the bottom. Enjoy! Discalaimer: I do not own Recy Jackson or the Nightmae before Christmas.

Nico's Lament

-There are few who deny that I am not the best

And my talents aren't known far and high

When I come to the graveyard on a moonlit night

I can bring back the dead without trying

With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike powers

I have made grown men give out a shriek

With just a simple little wave and cold-placed word

I have swept the very sanest off their feet!

-Yet year after year, it's the same routine

And I grow so weary of the sounds of the screams

And I, Nico, the son of the Death King

Have grown so tired of the same old thing.

-Oh somewhere deep in a pile of bones

My emptiness began to show

I wish there was something, far from this tomb

I have a longing that, I've never known.

-My dad's a master of fright and I'm a demon of the night

And I'll scare you right out of your pants

To a Demigod in New York, I'm in relation to a torque

And I'm not at all popular in camp.

-And since I'm with the dead, who can take off their heads

(Which I've heard is quite a temptation)

There's no Demigod or man who hear the screams like I can

And thus I am a crazy aberration.

-But who here would ever understand

That the son of the gloom king, with that skeleton grin

Would tire of the hatred, if they only understood

Of course he'd give it up, if he only could…

-Oh there's an empty place in my bones

That calls out for something unknown

The pain of jeers come year after year

And I only have these empty tears…

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Definitions:

Torque-a twisted force

Aberration- a state or condition markedly different from the norm.

Lament-a mournful poem of something sad.

Now here's the actual poem:

-There are few who deny, at what I do I am the best
For my talents are rnowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have see grown men give out a shriek
With a wave of my hand and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet

-Yet year after year, it's the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing

-Oh, somewhere dep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there, far from my home
A longing that I've never known

-I'm a master of fright and a demon of light
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France

-And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can scream like I can
With the fury of my recitations

-But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only could

-Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears...