So, after reading some 'PJO Poems' I was inspired to write my own. I've written some before, but this is my first written actually for a purpose. It says that this is Complete, but that's not a promise, I may update it, and write more stories for a certain someone. I get bored a lot in some of my classes. Like this poem in particular I wrote in math class. Gym teacher CAN'T teach math, it SO boring. I swear I die every day. So enough blabbering. Here's my poem;
Tears of Youth
As a child he saw monsters,
As a child he saw fear.
As a child he was lonely,
No one close, no one near.
Then as he grew,
His hope did too.
He met his true love,
And with her, he knew.
He knew what he needed,
He needed a home.
They would find one together,
Together they would roam.
They fought in the cold,
They fought in the rain.
They fought for their freedom,
And freedom they did gain.
Then came a girl,
Seven years of age.
Luke gave her a knife,
And a promise without age.
The three traveled on,
until they were found.
The satyr named Grover,
Led them all around.
Then came the hill,
And the monster of steel.
They aimed for the kill,
But the monster did not keel.
She told them to run,
And they ran to the camp.
She was changed into a tree,
Forever watching the camp.
He wept in his cabin,
For the love he had lost.
'Thalia Grace is dead,'
Is what Luke Castellan thought.
He was drowning in tears,
And would die without help.
He was sent on a quest,
And returned with a scar, without help.
And he left without a word,
On the winter solstice of 2004,
He ran and no one heard,
Right out the front door.
He stole the bolt,
And would have been caught,
But a strange figure took it,
And to Luke it was lost.
From here on end,
You know how it goes.
A prophecy for a friend,
A friend who's a foe.