You smile and pout with yours sisters,
Because when you're one of the H-e-s-p-e-r-i-d-e-s,
That's what you do.
B…u…t…
Daddy doesn't love you.
He sure loves your sisters.
They still don't go and comfort him.
You still do.
B…u…t…
Daddy doesn't love you.
He holds up the h*e*a*v*y sky.
You think about taking it for him
And the sky gets heavier.
B…u…t…
Daddy doesn't love you.
You get hurt by Daddy's words.
But you love him so
Like the GOOD daughter you are.
B…u...t…
Daddy doesn't love you.
So you b/e/t/r/a/y him,
For a hero,
Like the BAD daughter you are.
B…u…t…
Daddy doesn't love you.
You get wiped from history
By your own sisters,
And you deserve to D…I…E.
B…u…t…
Daddy doesn't love you.
The hand comes out of nowhere
And you're flying
And your body is burning
And someone is screaming
And you know it's over
And this is your last quest
Last smile
Last breath
And it hurts.
B…u…t…
Daddy doesn't love you.
Daddy hates you, Zoë Nightshade.
And you melt into the stars.
A/N: The last line isn't mine; I stole it from a similar free verse by wizard muggle. I don't own PJO or Greek mythology… shniffles. Just playing with Rick's toys.
