Rest my love, I'll hold you tight
My hold will stay until morning light
We'll be okay, in this small damp cave
Well, for now anyway; you've been so brave
Go to sleep, I'll be right here
But before you do, I'll whisper in your ear:
Only five of us remain
The fox, the dark boy in the grain,
The tall, merciless Career
The end must be drawing near
Will the Gamemakers keep their word?
That two victors' may win, as we heard?
No, of corse they are lying
They see joy in children dying
They lie to give the audience a good show
As if it's not enough already, with Cato's sword and your bow…
You rescued me already, so I will return the favour
So seeing as one of us must die, and that you are my Saviour
And that you are my everything, beautiful, gentle and smart
I'd gladly take one of your arrows, through my everlasting heart