A/N: I don't own PJO. Minor Lost Hero spoilers. I'm in a depressed mood so I made a rather depressing poem.
Gazing into the eyes
of his ultimate nemesis
he sees that mercy is
a foreign disease
to this angel of death,
this cold-blooded killer.
Looking round, his sea-green orbs
regard the hopeless sight.
Friends and allies,
mortal and immortal
scattered and broken,
like hope after defeat.
He is the first to fall,
yet is spared.
For he inspires loyalty and was their champion
and kept the Earth at bay.
This is his torture,
to watch helpless and shattered.
But he will not be killed,
the Earth is hard and cruel.
Immortality is given to him
but freedom is taken, chained to Olympus for eternity.
Forced to remember failure and never given another chance,
even the peace of death is cheated from him.
