Poems. By me, For me. {Highest rank- #2 in poetry}

A million emotions. Seventeen syllables.

(SPOILER ALERT for Blood Of Olympus) 'So we take off with no plan,' Calypso said. 'No idea where we'll go or what problems await beyond this island. Many questions and no tidy answers?' Leo turned up his palms. 'That's how I fly, Sunshine. Can I get your bags?' 'Absolutely.' Five minutes later, with Calypso's arms around his waist, Leo spurred Festus into flight. The bronze dragon spread his wings, and they soared into the unknown. ************ unknown? UNKNOWN?!?!?! We have been eagerly awaiting the long-anticipated Blood Of Olympus, only to have it end on a cliff-hanger. There are so many unanswered questions- how long has it been since the war ended? Is it even the same century? Do Leo and Calypso go back to Camp Half-Blood? Thus, unable to control the emotions and this suspense, I decided to pen an epilogue, in an attempt to quell these 'cliff-hanger feels' that have been brimming in our minds for ages now.

I stared. That was all that I could manage to do at this point- stare silently at the events unfolding in front of me. Silent tears of shock and denial rained upon my sun-caressed face. But I refused to turn away from life's challenges. Not once again...