The worst day of my life, my sister being reaped,
I volunteered, she and my mother weeped.
Taken away to the Capitol by train,
Only me and the baker's son came.
Two chosen from each district,
Fight to the death, it's all twisted.
Children from the age of 12 to 18,
They give us makeovers,
we're constantly changing.
The baker boy claims that I am the one,
I wait there, wondering what he has done.
Claims his undying love for me,
I find out its all false,
just for Panem to see.
We enter the arena,
Side by side with the boy, Peeta.
Blood is spilt,
People are killed.
My skill is to hunt.
Food is all I want.
Can't bear to kill all these kids,
Found an ally but she was shot in her ribs.
Two victors became allowed,
Found Peeta after I called his name out loud.
Thunder, lightening but not a rainbow,
Now it's just me, Peeta and a boy named Cato.
He's choking my so-called lover, with already too many cuts,
Then I shoot the Career boy, he's eaten by the wolf mutts.
Are we winners? Are we not?
Only one they tell us, so I grab a handful of nightlock.
Just before we ate the berries, we froze,
Because that's when the victor's trumpet blows.
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The Four Elements
PoetryA compilation of poems written by me about a bunch of different subjects, including the world, friends, family and many more.