OK, I just got 2 reviews from stormdog11, so I decided to do one last chapter. This poem might not be as good as the other ones because I decided to stick to a rhyming scheme. Now thanks to my reviewers:
Thalia-Luke: Thanks!
Anonymous PJO Fan: Thanks, I haven't tried to write a prophecy, but I think I will.
Goddess Of Beauty: That made me feel really good, thanks!
Aish Sheva: It was melodramatic, I can't argue with that.
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It's a day to dread,
Maybe not another goodnight to bed,
Rachel returns,
And my heart burns,
Showing he's gone are the hooves on the car,
I couldn't ever see him flying from afar,
My Percy,
He is not a baby sea,
He is the oceans all combined,
But his future, his fate is bind,
The fates are cruel,
But the world they rule,
They cut a sock, years ago,
But ever since then I've looked to and fro,
Looking for the evil,
The one who will reveal,
To kill my son,
With a sword more painful than a gun,
Luke,
He makes me want to puke,
For me to rage,
And in the war, engage,
I feel an urge,
A powerful surge,
To let the tears flow,
And allow the weakness to grow,
But I made a smile,
Fake from a mile,
And went to the sea,
Thinking of Percy,
And I prayed,
For my faith had never fade,
I still love you, Poseidon,
And now we have a son,
I now have eternal love for three,
But please, help our son be free,
Free from the chains,
Free from the pains,
Of the prophecy that has him tied,
To you I now confide,
I love our Percy,
Our once baby sea,
Made a man too young,
Despite the peaceful songs I sung,
He is the one,
Our son,
Please help him,
Using the power of your every last limb.