fly, fly away
a/n: for the hunger games: fanfic style iii
quidditch
rushing
flying
soaring through the air
little ball of gold
tiny wings
quickly flap
draw ever closer
extend hand
make it yours
breathe in the crowd's love
adrenaline still in your veins
you live for this
they later said
(he could've played for england
if he hadn't gone off
chasing
dragons)
from chasing snitches
to chasing dragons
flames roll from the mouth
dance across your skin
the papery flap of wings
fills your ears
and once again
you feel
like you are
flying
you have always
been one
with
everything that
flies
(chasing snitches, chasing dragons)
fly, fly away
you deserve
to do what you
love