an ode to a huntress
she's broken, filled with hate,
at the monsters and the fates.
it was truth that most demigods had a short lifetime,
dying before they could ever reach their prime.
(her heart breaks into a million pieces at the thought of her loved ones dying)
her brother's death made her cry, for hours on end,
nothing being able to give her amends.
and the worst part, is that his death made her understand,
that subsequent death, after death, after death, was planned.
and all she could do was nothing,
just sit and watch as the lord of death takes away everyone and everything.
(it's just the price one pays for immortality)
and she wonders to herself,
did i ever prepare for the sadness that i would have to engulf?
(was this the right decision?)
she loves her hunters so,
but she would also have to watch as her friends got buried down low.
(and was that something she wanted?)
so after his death, she decided to close herself off to the world,
for wasn't that better than dealing with the feelings of loss that would be hurled?