I have had a bit of an emotional day, so I wrote poems dedicated to the forgotten tributes of the 74th games. Enjoy.
To Rue the Day
Wisp of a magical tribute,
A collective gasp from the crowd.
A score too surprising,
For one that seemed so small.
It is for careers to rue,
The day that carries death.
A spear, tipped; dipped in bloodlust
That stills her loving breath.
Final song; a eulogy,
With Mockingjay's she flies.
For in that field, where death did stand,
Is where that little girl lies.
*Rue= a word to describe regret, or wish undoing of a bad situation
Fate Lost to the Wind
Was one day, only one, that changed her fate;
The fox did see time freeze.
The berries sat upon her hand,
Her life blew away with the breeze.
A Lone Wolf
Did the blonde haired boy ever say goodbye?
Did his blue eyes reflect a districts hurt pride?
Did his sword leave a trail that young eyes cried?
Lest he did say, tell summer that I died.
A lonely howl, deep hurt within.
Insanity is a deep game,
Played out within his very soul.
The final fight, a whirl and a spin,
He did plummet to his death to the lonely howl.
Her Sting
Though she bring a sting with her life,
The girl from 1 never did say goodbye.
When death revisited in fateful strife,
She did feel lonely, and she did cry.
How a swarm brings about enjoyment?
Injustice! This is what she cried.
For at her final moment of her life,
No one saved her, and so she died.
Misunderstood girl, forsaken now,
Be peaceful and lay very still.
Do not look in the mirror, for fear of stings,
Lay quietly for you are ill.