Hi everyone! This is a poem that I wrote just for fun. I'm not really much of a poem writer but I thought that it was OK. I apologize in advance for any mess ups in the rhythm or the rhyming but I hope you enjoy. Also, I don't really know how to fix the spacing in the way I want to be but, I hope you like it anyways!

The Odds are Not in our Favor

On reaping day, the glass bowl is filled

Of the names of children, alike to be killed

Two names are called, and the tributes arise

The odds are not in their favor

The train takes them to the Capital

To be applauded, pampered, and loved by all

Whilst they quietly endure their sorrow and pain

The odds are not in their favor

The training begins, and the tensions rise

Allies are made in pursuit of a prize

For life is what each of these children desire

The odds are not in their favor

The day comes around, with a cloud overhead

The tributes are led to the arena with dread

To wait one full minute before the gong sounds

The odds are not in their favor

They run from the horror, the blood and the gore

They run for their life as they're pursued with the roar

Of a career and his pack who will kill without heed

The odds are not in their favor

Day by day, the death toll will crawl

As one by one, the poor tributes fall

The few who remain know the battle will come

The odds are not in their favor

The gamemakers press with their mutts without thought

Of the poor children left to get killed on the spot

As their mutts range free to create a good show

The odds are not in their favor

The people all cheer as they are required

But really, their anger is soon to be riled

Cause they've watched their poor children get killed just for fun

Cause the odds are not in their favor

The last two remain in a final face down

They both know that one can take home the crown

They fight till one falls flat on the ground

The odds were not in his favor

The victor is crowned and the people all cheer

But really the victor has a whole lot to fear

The capital takes all that he ever loved

The odds still aren't in his favor

The victory wasn't as gold as it seemed

Even though he does have everything he could dream

His loved ones are gone and his heart stays empty

The odds were never in his favor

The capitals rage has long been shown

But someday they will be overthrown

By the revenge of the families who's hearts have been broken

Maybe then, the odds will be in our favor.

I hope you guys enjoyed it! Thanks for reading!

~Danielle or Hawkmaid