Enter Panem
Bright purple light spills from the poached cajun moon,
waxing,then waning, into all but nothing soon,
as leaping shrimp fly, jumping long and slow,
bounding on the wind to wherever they go
and trees dance and sway, enchanted by the breeze,
bending back, forth, with such graceful ease,
and trumpet music gleams, white, cold, and clear
echoing through the city; calling all who hear
to wear our masks and dance in the streets,
to the scream of the brass, and the red, roaring beat
of the moon up above us, pouring bright purple light,
setting our shadows dancing, all through the night,
until this purple light wanes, and slowly fades away
and the sun fills the sky; the bringer of day
but as the sun drags down and trumpet music sounds,
we'll dance in the streets, where the music abounds.