Another poem, just a little look at Katniss. 3
Don't own && don't profit. :)
Begotten from green and brown,
Earth and the forest,
She breathes the coal.
Not until the rose is chosen,
Does she ignite.
Propelled forward by love and heat,
All the things she has lost.
Garbed in finery,
Decked with flames alive, we paraded.
Girl on fire, they call her,
Murmur, scream, shout, wail!
Girl of earth and trees and nature,
Not fire, how could they?
Until we are abandoned to different wilds,
She is unfamiliar with it and this death,
Children shouldn't kill each other.
Not until cornered, hijacked and half dead,
Does she snap, break, fall apart and evolve.
Small angel, covered in flowers,
Blood seeps across soft moss.
This moment in time,
Is the moment of revolution.
Our beautiful mockingjay,
Is set ablaze, burns white hot and scalding.
Rises from the ashes, more like a phoenix,
Is our girl on fire.
Well? 3