A small poem in memory of Cinna

His Fire

Fire, bright and flickering,

Reflected off his pale face,

The smile, the laugh, of this young man,

His fire burns bright,

Lighting up the sky,

He will never die,

His creations, his dresses, his hopes, his dreams,

Never lost to the swirl of life,

Never lost to the people that watch

As he smiles and doesn't speak

Torture does nothing,

He keeps loving.

They ask so many questions it tires him

He refuses to answer, to tell the of her,

He's still there to protect her, even now,

When he might not make it,

When he might not survive,

As his eyes rest on a Jacker hive.

They try and steel his memories from him,

But he will never waver from his cause,

He fights so hard to protect those he loves,

Never giving up,

Never wavering from love,

Though he knows it'll be tough.

He'll protect those he loves,

Even if it kills him,

Even though it kills him,

He smiles in his last moments.

They'll never get to her,

Never get to Katniss.

His fire burns bright,

Forever

Ever

His fire,

The never ending light.

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