Contest:Character Poetry Contest/Mina - Hyu

Hyu
Basically, it is about Mina's life story, from her birth to her arrival at Camp Half-Blood. It is from her perspective, but made it seem that it wasn't, using the Moirae Sisters (Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos) as her 'narrators'. It is for the reader to guess whom Mina described as people who settled on differently described looms. She described how her father's work in the casino made her irritated at game's of chance and luck itself, and decided to create her own luck, rather than believe in it.



 MOIRA  by: Mina Moore

''On early loom settled young spinner, Rolled the spool of lady luck's daughter, Spun her eyes of trees that are fresher, And weaved her helmet of hair, dark and fair. ''

''Lady luck's daughter, seven years of age, Thread of life states staking for her to engage. Oh, daughter, thought it was personal wage, But instead granted to her was others' rage. ''

''On midway loom settled lots' disperser, Stretched the thread of lady luck's daughter, Spun the maturing figure as beautiful as Aether, And weaved her armor of stone, hard and bare. ''

''Lady Luck's daughter, on middle stage, Thread of life sewn to mastiff on chasing rage. Oh, daughter, thought Thanatos was in her cage, But instead found Soteria in youth bearing a gage.''

''Lady Luck's daughter, as if Dionysus' offspring, Lived life of all joy that merriment can bring. Oh, daughter, on a passing boy her lips are pressing, And found the tree of learning itself rotting.''

''On farthermost loom settled scissor-bearing cutter, With the thread of daughter's patriarch in the gutter, Cut debtor's life, ended up on darkness' path ever harsher, Destroyed Lady Luck's shrine, made the daughter flee from the killer.''

''Lady Luck's daughter, trapped in sand and sun, Never found the reason to jot the word fun. Oh, daughter, fiends' needle never a pun, But a rainbow shone bright, and put her into quite a stun.''

''Lady Luck's daughter, now brought to magical land, Realized what luck can make her picture bland. Oh, daughter, with her bare hand, Believed that luck's Genesis will be grand.''

''On earthly loom settled Lady Luck's daughter in free glee, Under the shade of a never ageing tree, Spun her own thread, rolled her own spool to never flee, The fact that she can weave her own Moira, her own destiny.''