Another free-verse. I am on fire! (Oooh, could I call that foreshadowing?) From Leo's point of view, this time. You may or may not notice certain phrases being repeated from you, my other free-verse. IGNORE IT and move on.
Disclaimer: I still don't own Heroes of Olympus OR Wonderbread. Life is so sad.
Seven
the thing about being the prince
of the sky,
is that there's a much longer distance to
F
A
L
L
but you know that, don't you?
don't you, Jason?
you're the charismatic *leader*,
the one who'll win the war for us
but guess what?
all you are is a slimy politician,
clawing your way to the top
how many have you stepped over to get to that peak?
how many have you stolen?
I bet the view is nice up there
see, I wouldn't know
I'm just the sidekick, the lowly mechanic
repair boy, that's me
but you?
you're
the golden boy, the s-s-shiny one
imperial golden, aren't you?
too bad the gold is
t/a/r/n/i/s/h/e/d
...
but don't worry,
you aren't alone, rusting up on that penthouse
you have her, remember?
isn't she *beautiful*?
gorgeous, and wholesome, and wholewheatwonderbread?
Piper,
miss-more-than-just-a-pretty-face
oh, it's just too bad
that when you peel away the layers of makeup she doesn't wear
(now, where have I heard that before?)
there's nothing underneath
miss-hollow-empty-universe, you should be
Piper, Pipes, beauty queen
aren't you incredible?
you may not be much food for thought,
but aren't you just a *feast* on the eyes?
oh gorgeous,
don't you worry your p/r/e/t/t/y/l/i/t/t/l/e/h/e/a/d
about those starving children in Africa
or that big ole' war coming up
don't you have nails to do?
or littleittybitty doggies to rescue?
...
you two are so cute,
the power couple of the year
but it's just that you're all so flammable
paper in the wind
now here's a guy who can stand a little heat
Percy Jackson,
aren't you neat?
loyal and steadfast and ohsocute
because you can't let go of your friends,
can you?
pale skin and windswept dark hair
those dazzling green eyes
you can see the depths of the seas in those eyes, you know
*perfect*, you are
a HERO, a saviour, a one-of-a-kind
you save the day, you save the world
you save the girl
and the girl, the girl you l*o*v*e
l*o*v*e with all your heart
she's your one, she's your only
(but are you her only one?)
but even if she's got more than just you
you'll never let her go
because that's your fatal flaw,
your loyalty to your lovers and loved ones
even in your flaws,
you are noble and kind and *perfect*
she's lucky to have you, she is
of course, we'll never get along
water and fire don't play well together
but hey,
neither can live while the other survives,
right?
...
but hey, let's talk about your girlfriend
(you've told us so much about her)
Annabeth
oh wise one,
tell me
are you building something permanent?
or simply burning your bridges?
I can help with that, you know
that past with Luke?
don't worry, honeybeth,
everyone knows about that
annie-girl, anna-boo,
it's all just water under the bridge now
the real question is,
is it fresh water or salt water?
beth, bethie, bethellina
why are you doing this?
you've got him tied around your pinky finger,
but it's still not enough, is it?
oh, isn't it sad?
the girls, they be a-wailing
you know he's not the one you want
why not free him up for one of the others?
oh, right,
because it's the chase you want
Annabeth Chase, you were aptly named
is it because the real one is dddead-and-gggone?
everyone else, they try not to notice
but nothing is ever as it seems
and you of all people would know that
if you ever want a guy who'll appreciate that
you call old Leo here
(but you won't, because you're too busy
wrapping him around your finger)
...
but wait,
not all girls are immune to my superhuman good looks
what's going on with sweet little Hazel Levesque over there?
oh, she's so young
so s*w*e*e*t
so inno-cent
hazel, hazel, what are you doing?
aren't you supposed to be dead?
aren't you supposed to be roaming around in the fields of asphodel?
hazel, hazel, do you want to explain?
why do you flinch
every time
I enter your line of vision?
why do you never look at me?
I'm not that bad looking, you know
but I'm starting to wonder
whether you need glasses
you can't make eye contact with Leo,
but you can date him?
(and really, what are you doing?
aren't you thir-teen?
sweet t/h/i/r/t/e/e/n
and already got a boyfriend, eh?)
...
Frank Zhang,
m.a.s.t.e.r of bows
son of mars, the candy-man
I bet that's what lured Hazel in
those sweet, sweet chocolate eyes
candy coated lips and lies
I like you, man
I mean, who could resist that big baby face
and that cuddly cherub expression?
Canadian, eh?
peaceable fellow, then
aren't ya?
what are you doing,
being a son of the war god?
you, my friend, are an oxymoron
contradictory is what you are
oh, it's just too bad
that we can never be f.r.i.e.n.d.s
you burn so easily
so fragile,
so flammable
...
and me?
one false move
and I could b-b-burn you to the ground
Leo,
the flaming Valdez
oh, he's the class clown
he never takes anything s.e.r.i.o.u.s.l.y
always c/r/a/c/k/i/n/g a joke
but inside,
he's tortured-and-dark-and-depressed
he killed his mom, you know
(yes, I know)
always on the edge
forever looking over the abyss
one false move
and you'll spark the blue flames, the white flames
the red ones
and he could b-b-burn you to the ground
...
the original Group of Seven
was a bunch of Canadian landscape artists
laughed at in their time
c.e.l.e.b.r.a.t.e.d now
this Group of Seven,
well, we're painting, too
but this canvas has an apocalyptic landscape
dramatic&desolate&bloodstained&helpless
and all you can see is
r…e…d
Hem. Hem. Review, 'kay? It makes me feel special. Also: WOW, this spans 5 pages on word. Longest thing I've ever written (that is not school-related).
Love.