Beckendorf

Salutations @Lupa22, as promised I read some of your other work, and am here to review it.
I hope I don't offend anyone with my reviews,my only intent is to edify and encourage other writers through constructive criticism.
I almost cried when I read this, I love the series and I really get into books. I always liked to pretend that Beckendorf lived and was stranded on an island somewhere, but this poem accepts that he died and talks of his legacy. I love this poem and like how the whole thing is in italics to show that these are his thoughts.

Brings back memories

This poem is giving me feels, legit feels. O_O I loved Beckendorf's character in the Percy Jackson books.

I really love the stanza of how he was the son of Hephaestus is his father, but in risking his life, he feels he has become worthy of being a child of the Big Three. And I feel that he is more than worthy and am glad that this poem finds him in Elysium (hopefully with his girlfriend Silena)

I loved this poem. Please write more like this

'Tis me once more.

I am was the camp's best mechanic.
They say said I can could make anything.
My skills are were unlimited.
I think I'm still getting used to my death.
Yesssss! You used this past/present style in another poem and I loved it. It's just as effective in this one, more so, in fact, because you finish with I'm still getting used to it. You don't want to lose that effectiveness, though, and lay it on too hard. I think you should erase the present tense in this line: Everyone expects expected me to be the same. We've already established that he's not used to his death, and I think this style is better suited to just the opening stanza.

(Or should I say, undergod.)
I liked your use of brackets to add an extra bit of commentary and some humour. The overall tone of the poem, though strong and powerful, is also sad. These light-hearted comments even that out which is good.

I don't have anything else to point out. This is great, especially the affirmative 'I am Beckendorf' at the end.

HEELLO Artemis,
A poem about the son of Hephaestus. It's kind of like how people like to be the son/daughter of Hades or Zeus. I like how you crossed out some words to make them past tense. It's almost like Beckendorf is writing in a journal, keeping track of his life.
You could specify what "camp" is. For people who haven't read your other poems (if camp is mentioned in them) it's confusing.
Other than that, it's pretty interesting. Seeing that it's a fanfiction, is Beckendorf a real person? I've never done much research on Hephaestus. Like you said, he's an under"god". Nice pun there.

You're punny,

Night Kaizer