Author's Note: I hope you enjoy, even though this isn't really a story! ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games, but if I did, I'm pretty sure the story would have hundreds of sequels.
They tell me I'm a girl of ash,
A being of smoke and sparks.
The flames engulf, it's all I see,
The colors of red and orange.
'
They plucked me from the Earth,
Of brown and gold and green.
They changed my very framework,
Into a mask only they can see.
'
And even though the fire dims,
On the inside it burns steadily.
Now on the outside is revealed,
My true Earthen skin.
'
Now I rise with the smoke,
High above my world.
I leave my dress of flames behind,
Watch it burn to ash and dust.
'
The feathers of my wings,
Ruffle in the cold, crisp air.
For now the mask is gone,
And see, I am a bird.
'
They call me by form,
A beautiful soaring creature.
But still beneath lies the fire,
Together, the fiery bird.