The graecus has a muse, my friend

by StellaEllaOla

Sometimes I get the urge to write poetry. Sometimes, because certain fictional characters have taken up residence in my head, they are about PJO/HoO characters. This is my first foray into the world of Percy Jackson fanfiction and constructive criticism is welcomed! :)

1. Done

So...Hi :) If you've poked around the Artemis Fowl section at all, you might have read a couple of my previous fan-poetry. This is basically the same thing. I find myself writing from the POV of a fictional character.

I'm quite sure that both Percy and Annabeth will survive through Blood of Olympus; however, something you should know about me, is that I like emotions. If I was an author, you'd be cursing me for all the feels I put you through!

Thus my mind often imagines situations in which characters (le gasp) die. This poem is from Annabeth's POV if Percy died. ( which is NOT going to happen. I would lose the ability to function...)

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Done

I am ready

To be done.

To be done with struggle,

Done with pain, grief, agony, conflict,

Sacrifice.

Done with life.

I gave so much until I felt ready to cave.

Ready to be finished.

But I wasn't.

Because he was there.

He made me glad that I wasn't done yet.

But then.

Pain, grief, agony.

Sacrifice.

And now.

Now that I've lost the only thing

that kept me from falling

I am ready.

To be done.