Luke (PJO)

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His mother left him,
Lost to the green.
His father forbidden,
From ever being seen

He left alone,
Lost to love.
Watched by the fates,
Far above.

Went from one to two,
And two to three.
Then the greatest sacrifice,
Left one as a tree.

Hatred, pain and loss,
Left him blind to the light.
Family, Luke, you promised,
Made him go down without a fight.

So now he rests with heroes,
Waiting for his place.
Luke Castellan,
And Thalia Grace.

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