Hello, Hunger Games Fandom!
This is my first Hunger Games story. Well, poem. But that's not the point. Why did I write this, you may ask? Well, it goes like this...
Teacher: We are writing sonnets today. Does anybody know the two themes that are usually in sonnets?
Jackson: Love and death.
Teacher: That is correct.
Abby: It's like The Hunger Games!
Me: IDEA!
Abby is PirateElfLuvr. Check out her stories! Anyways, that is why I wrote this, and I decided to share it with you! Here it is!
Everdeen
I hold your hand as we sit by a tree
It is spring's prime in the sweet month of May
I turn so you don't see the pain in me
Please don't take one of us on reaping day.
And if for district twelve the games are won,
And one of us is not sent in a box,
We'll have a nice house, hunger will be done
Warm food, a bed, and a door that has locks.
And then I hear them call your pretty name,
And you would be the first of that sad two,
Our lives would never be just like the same
But now there is something that I must do:
So that it is not you that death shall claim,
"I volunteer as tribute for the game."
You like it? Please review!
~MaximumAngel1