Due to the success of my poem I am Prim, I'm going to write more poems about characters. I'll start with Rue here (c'mon, you know me...) but then YOU can request a character. But I prefer dead ones... you know, more fun to write... no? Okay, they can be alive, I guess...

Lost Hope (Rue)

Lost Hope is not blinding, but peaceful and calm

Though knowing youre dying, the sleep's like a balm

Waiting for someone to take you away

To lands made of clouds, where the fallen all play

I was born in eleven with orchards and fields

I worked night and day, without any yields

I learned from the trees, to jump and to climb

And I never knew, how short was my time

My short life was halted when I was drawn

To go to the capital, then my life would be gone

But I went out with courage, no tears and no cries

I never hurt others, I never told lies

In training I discovered a girl with a pin

It gave me hope, hope that I would win

And I was her shadow, I followed her round

In hopes that maybe, an ally was found

I went in alone, a hopeless case

I would be just one more dead tributes face

But then I saved her and we became friends

We talked and we plotted, my pain She would mend

We blew up supplies, and hurt all the rest

But then I was found, and stabbed in the chest

I screamed for my Katniss, but she was too late

She murdered my killer in the midst of her hate

As I slowly died, she sang me a song

And promised to me that she'd fix what went wrong

I died in her arms, in the sky was my name

But I was not just a small piece in their game

She decked me with flowers and screamed at the sky

She thought it unfair, she didn't get why

I couldn't have lived, I was young, with no sin

And once I was dead she was able to win

She never forgot me, I'm still in her heart

She proved to the capital I was more than a part

I died with a hope though, a hope so alive

A hope that my Katniss would somehow survive

I died not with lost hope but hope ever strong

And though My small life was nowhere near long

I'm glad that I did not survive that day

For how things turned out is how they should stay

Though lost hopes's not blinding but peaceful and calm

I knew I was dying but my hope was my balm

And Katniss was with me when I went away

To lands made of clouds where the fallen all play.

Alright, that's Rue's poem. Please review, I want more feedback on my work...