Disclaimer: Miss Author does not own PJO/HoO.
WARNING: Small spoiler if you haven't read MoA, which you should have.
I'm sorry I've been MIA for the past, how long has it been? Like a few months? I don't have time to keep up stories so I think I'm gonna stick with poems. If you hate this poem or you love love love it, please review! :)
ps don't tell me that Annabeth isn't beautiful like this poem says she is, cuz if you do, I will call my buddy Percy and he will come and chop your head off.
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Annabeth
Golden tresses
Frame her face.
They drift in the breeze
With exquisite grace.
Athletic and fit,
Tall and tan,
Her looks and her charm
Can inspire a man.
But behind her beauty
Lies a second side.
A side of strategy and wisdom,
Her mind's her guide.
Stormy gray
Glows in her eyes,
That shows her intelligence,
That show she's wise.
Battles are won,
Not by numbers, but by plan.
The pre and mid-battle strategies
Were written by her hand.
Her bronze knife she wields,
Enemies cower in fear.
Her combative skills
Shine bright and clear.
Though she may seem strong,
There are always flaws
In every hero,
According to ancient laws.
Her excessive pride has caused her trouble
And possessiveness has given her grief.
Although she's far from perfect,
She knows she's flawed, and that's a relief.
She puts on a brave face,
When face to face with fear,
Yet when confronted by a spider,
Her bravery is insincere.