Author's Note: I've been wanting to write this for almost an eternity since Eternity, one of my old fics. Therefore, I have decided to do what I've wanted to do this poetry thing. I am quite aware that most are bored stiff by poetry. Anyway, this is a place where I can write what I've wanted to write for a long time, so yeah.
About this Poem: Archie would be six (I think) and this is going along the lines of the Chronicles of Before. Yeah. This is written in a rather simple and immature way, but that's because Archie is merely six.
Disclaimer: I own the poetry, but nothing of Class of the Titans. Sad, I know.
Winter Spell
Spell of cold winter
Trapped in near-Death
Said there was hope
When they did not have
Spell of cold winter
Hopeful within
Said he would come back
But he never did
Spell of cold winter
Hopeless within
Said she would hang on
But Death got her beat
Spell of cold winter
Darkened within
He became orphaned
When he was a kid.
In preparation, I have brought an umbrella. Why? To shield myself from any rotten tomatoes coming my way. Urgh. Hope it wasn't weird or anything. As I said before somewhere, rhyming is a bit more stunted for me. Haha. And as usual, reviews are always appreciated!