AN OK so I know that in Percy Jackson they burn their dead but in this particular one they don't so deal cause it wasn't originally written for that. This one is for Annabeth.
Falling, Guns, and Poppies
The whistling, screaming of the wind
Echos in her ear as the body
Collapsing, falling meets its untimely end.
Her mother weeping in her sorrow
Her father stands, arms crossed in the background.
The sisters crying and screaming careening out
Of control as the news is told.
They tell them she was in no pain,
Dead before she hit the ground.
A lie, a blatant lie but one
Soothing in its make.
She was shot in the line
Of duty, the other side taking
No prisoners, her body dumped
To destroy evidence, found a
Week later.
A closed casket ceremony
Before her body is "laid to rest"
No rest for the broken soul though
For she has friends a plenty.
Slowly dwindles, the visits as
Time passes by. The poppies grow
From long planted seeds
Taking over the field as years
Come and go.
The body is forgotten.
"In Flanders Fields the poppies grow between the crosses row on row
That mark our place and in the sky the larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below."
"In Flanders Fields" by John McCrae