Merry Christmas people.
A Percabeth Christmas...
Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the camp
Not a camper was stirring,
Not even Annabeth.
As visions of monuments
Danced in her head,
She didn't want to get out of bed.
Dreaming of nothing
Except architecture,
She was startled as her precious dream
Suddenly turned against her
A dark, dark room
The wretched gloom
A voice rings clear
And strikes her fear
Percy is gone, it claims
Annabeth tears are like rain
Percy notices her pain,
She screams like a mad hatter? (idk i needed a rhyme!)
Percy jumps from the bed to see what's the matter!
Annabeth explains her awful dream,
And Percy hugs her until dawn.
Sorry for my awful poetry. It's usually better than this. PLEASE NO HATE in the comments! This was just supposed to be fun! Merry Christmas, if you don't celebrate that, than happy whatever else you celebrate! Thanks for reading!