This is a poem I wrote for if Katniss dies in "Mockingjay". Enjoy!
As the mockingjay soars through the sky,
She hums a tune, a lullaby,
A sorrowful song as a last goodbye,
The spark that sends us flying high,
And when the twelve… thirteen preside,
And freedom comes to all, there's pride,
But here the story is no glad,
It is mournful, sorrowful, sad.
A forlorn castle lies near a trail,
The walls ablaze, the mountains frail,
And as it's burning down, it sighs,
Shaking in a final goodbye.
We've worked too hard, fought for our lives,
And after all, the capitol dies,
The destrects together have set it to fire,
A reason for corruption to fight and tire.
The girl on fire's final stand
Installs a sense of peacefulness,
Respect for one we always knew
Would fight for freedom, she came through
So as the mockingjay flies high,
Softly singing lullabies,
The fire dies down as thirteen rise,
Coming from the ashes of the one they despised.