Hello, fanfiction! I read a few Hunger Games poems, and my muse was awakened!
Shoutout to Someone Haiku for her amazing Hunger Games Poems!
Now, here is my first. A little thing from Snow's perspective. About all those roses. Yup.
BURNING ROSES
Pristine white petals
Drift down from the sky
After the explosions
After people die
So many thorns
So many stems
All resting gently on
The field that once was beautiful
But now bears heavy black scars
Oh, little Mockingjay
So fickle and naive
You spread your wings hoping to quench
The fire
Help the lost ones succeed
Fly, little Mockingjay
Fly ever higher
Every 'good' you do
Just adds another
Rose to your pyre
This sickly sweet scent
Of roses
Of death
Follows me everywhere
Until my dying breath
And little Mockingjay
You are disgusted so
At these roses that I wear
So here is another one
I swear
Every time I leave my mark
It makes you more scared
This little manipulation
You think your fire can trump
The petals that I strew
Well, little Mockingjay
I have fire too
So let the blood
Of the rebels flood
The land
Let the ashes of the Capitol
Lie still
Let us destroy each other
And in the simmering flames
Of the carnage
We shall meet
And see who will win
In this battle of brains and brawn
My time is nearly up anyway
And the least I can do
Is leave distress and confusion in my wake
We will keep fighting even after I have gone
Silly girl
Flames and blood shall battle on
You shall never again spread your wings without a care
As the war closes
No one will really have won
And a new scent will fill the air
The scent of burning roses