It's the Hunger Games, once again.
Now step onto the tribute train,
with a partner who'll surely die too
and a mentor, stylist, and prep crew.
Your silver plate rises, by the cornucopia you enter.
Fight for you life, at the arena's center.
Now hide in the bushes, and slowly take them all out
Stay clear of enemies, starvation, and drought.
The feast comes up, drawing out the last alive.
It's a battle to the death, who will survive?
One stands left, their pain transcends.
The death is over now, but the horror never ends.
The reapings come again, long overdue,
ss another Hunger Games, start anew.
A/N: Originally meant to be a Shakespearean (English) Sonnet, but I couldn't really hear the rhyme that way so I switched some lines in the rhyme scheme to make it fit. Oh well. :P