Hi everyone, here's my first poem in English (because I'm French and I'm not used to write poems in this language) about Catching Fire.
Just few lines, so I hope that will be good.
Don't forget to leave reviews (even two words), that would be a pleasure to read them.


Tick tock.

The rain of blood falls on the last survivors
Waves crashed on the beach as losses did in your heart
Every hour is probably an hour less to live
Tick tock, the arena is a clock.

We are made of rage and hate
To take the blood flowing in their veins
The arena itself becomes lethal
Tick tock, the arena is a clock.

Can you hear the sound of drums?
If not it means your heart has stopped beating
The lightning falls and breaks the last hopes
Tick tock, the arena is a clock.

The mocking jay emerged victorious, the mocking jay lives
Tick tock, the countdown has begun.