This is extremely random, but I just got to thinking rather dark thoughts lately because I'm writing a poem about Roanoke Island. It's is so depressingly sad that I made a Goth person in my class start crying and it's not even complete. So yeah… A look through someone's eyes that is a little different.

I sat there; I didn't have to go across the sky tonight because it was the new moon. I always took this night off, every month, what the heck have I done with my life. I thought this every time, every month. I screamed, I hate seeing the familiarity. The same routine every month: Fly across the sky every night, hunt during the day, find new recruits, scorn men, watch my huntresses, listen to my annoying brother. I know I should have forgiven him by now, he thinks I have. However he doesn't know I still come here every new moon. It's the only way I can shine brightly the next night. I get all the anger, frustration, hate, screaming…. Sadness, loss, loneness out of me. However, it never goes away. It gets worse; little by little I lose my mind slowly. I laughed out loud like the maniac I was, is, and will always be. The birds stopped singing. This month I maybe lost it completely. What did I care?! "You hear that birds I'm mad," I burst out in tears with maniac laughter. "My own brother killed him, and I can't go to the stars with him…" The sun started to come up over the horizon. Maybe I should write a poem, my brother was inferior at it. However, the stupid head might be right… Maybe I would feel better… Maybe it will make me more insane… I wondered if that was possible… No I would see him… My Orion… I smiled picturing him as I saw him in his glory, more beautiful than any god that ever was or will be…

Among the trees,

Away from the cities.

Walked a goddess,

Never seen as any less.

Until, the hunting man,

Looked upon her while he ran,

He saw an equal,

Not an angel.

Her brother grew jealous,

And just when they thought their love would be ageless,

The great hunter died.

The goddess cried and cried,

But only herself and no one else saw this terrible sight.

Her brother said it would be alright.

She swore she would have no other man,

Because no one saw her as he can,

Was her reason why.

One day she will join him in the stars,

Forevermore.

I headed back to America I could have sworn my brother shined a little brighter that day.

You are probably going WTFB (WhatTheFuzzyBunnies) right now. I don't blame you I'm weird like that. I may add more from other's views. By the way, I don't own any Percy Jackson stuff just that poem so HANDS OFF! My other story Percy Jackson, Mythbusters, and the curse of the Tacos will be returning soon. Just haven't had time… I need to read a little less web comics… DARN YOU BEN!!! BTW please review… I want to know you're reactions. Hmmm, I wonder how Goth kid's will be… He is a PJO fan… Hmmm, evil thoughts…