Sword
By: Cato Smith
Slicing through the air
Then sitting back
To relax
It waits there quietly
Looking for its
Next victim
It strikes quickly and swiftly
Then he returns to
his calm state
Until he finds his next
Object of prey
It will just stay
And wait to play
Like a child
It is full of action
It plays and waits
Then moves away
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FanfictionA collection of poems from the tributes and other people of Panem
