A short oneshot about Prim. I don't know how this will go, but it's pretty much a poem about her life.
I was born in late May, in a time before war
A blone haired girl, with so much in store
I was so sweet and kind, and I did all I could
For mother and Katniss, I was perfect and good
I took in a cat, a strange muddy yellow
To all living things I was helpful and mellow
I saved my goat, who kept us alive
And to be a good healer was for what I strived
On my first reaping day I was chosen to die
But my good sister Katniss decided to try
She volunteered for me and went to the games
But she wasn't among all the dead tributes names
She came home to me and we moved to the village
No more did she have to go hunt or to pillage
But when the reapings came round the next time
She was reaped once again, it seemed like a crime
And then she was rescued And we went to thirteen
And to all the rebels she was like a queen
A great war was waging, with fighters like steel
My greatest task was to help and to heal
A day came around when I ran to a call
To help a hurt child, But a bomb had to fall
I didn't return to the barracks that day
For under the rubble my dead body lay
And Katniss was saddened, beyond greatest thought
She was silent and sad while the brave soldiers fought
I never came back, But went up to the sky
And when Katniss thinks of me she'll always cry
But I'm somewhere better, with father and Rue
And someday my Katniss will join me too
Gone is that blonde girl with heart made of gold
But for generations my story will be told
The rebellions ended and the capital still reigns
But on people's hearts, my blood`s left a stain
I was born in late May in a time before war
And my short life is over, I live on no more.
Alright, that's it, the whole thing. I decided I would try something different, you know, other than my SYOTs. Remember, this was my first try at a oneshot. Please review this, I'd like to know what you think.