Falling into Tartarus from Percy's perspective, told in poem form. / I do not own Percy Jackson.
People think the fall to hell is easy
But the gods can't hear me and I'm getting queasy
I've never faced anything harder
I'm pleading now. Begging. Trying to barter.
.
Not for my sake, but for hers
But with each second the passing landscape blurs.
There is no escape, there is no way out
All we can do is fall and shout
.
I made him a promise, that we'd find the doors
But how can we do that when we're fighting a war?
A war for our lives, a war to make it home
All cause of a stupid spider she beat in Rome
.
The battle was won, the danger was over
But now here we are dealing with what's left over.
You can outwit the odds and overcome the fates
But in the end what we want doesn't relate
.
She said something to me, whispered in my ear
I think... but I don't want to hear
Those beautiful words coming out of her lips
Not in this place not at a time like this
.
That means that she thinks it's the end
That we will never mend.
.
The air around us changes, becomes more red
And then "water" is what she said
I hear it too, but I thought it was a trick
Of my mind, for I feel sick
.
This water isn't normal, and can possibly kill
But it's the only thing that can stop us from being flat as a bill
So I push with my strength and give out a yell
No the fall isn't easy, the one into Hell.