Disclaimer: The Hunger Games do not belong to me, all rights go to Suzanne Collins.
Poetry isn't really my deal. At all. But I had a school assignment...
Portia really interests me, namely because there is really nothing known about her. All we really know is that she was executed. So enough with my rambling and onto really crappy free verse.
Flames
I stand on the stage
In front of all to see
The center of attention
The place I don't want to be
~o~
I wish there was more
But I don't have another chance
I lived my dream
And that's all I have
~o~
Through it all
I had only one thought
End what I had started
No turning back
~o~
We knew what we were getting into
Those fiery designs
We worked on them anyway
Knowing all too well the risk
~o~
Was it worth it?
Maybe not to some
To me it was
But what is done is done
~o~
The Mockingjay has been set free
Her wings soar
Inspiring all who believe
All I did was help start the flame
~o~
Light the world on fire
Set it to flames
Burn the tyrants
Free the brave
~o~
I stand center stage
My arms bound
My eyes covered
I hear the speech
~o~
Treason, Conspiracy
Rebellion
But there is another whisper
Hope
~o~
No trial is performed
The Capitol could care less
What's done is done
I dreamed, I designed
~o~
The solid click
Guns cocked and ready
Last prayers, last breaths
The shot is fired
~o~
The Mockingjay has been set free
Her wings soar
Inspiring all who believe
All I did was help start the flame
Light the world on fire
Set it to flames
Burn the tyrants
Free the brave