YES IT IS A POEM ONE-SHOT! This poem is the Cornucopia's view of a tribute who fell for the temptation and wound up dead at the bloodbath of Day 1.
B is for Bloodbath
Come, my children, I've much here for you.
You need my supplies to win, yes, it's true.
Ignore the others, they aren't that fast
Plus, with my help, none will last.
Come, child, I promise it'll be okay.
Hurry along, quit wasting our time away.
Get ready to run, sweetie, you'll need the lead.
Watch carefully as one by one they bleed.
Grasp your fingers around the sword
Don't stop now, go on forward
Gaze around, child, look at the rest.
One by one they fall, only leaving the best.
You, my dear, have hands coated in red
Because of you, people mourn the dead.
Where are you going, child?
Your eyes have gone wild.
The bloodbath has driven you mad.
Sweetheart, Look out for that lad-
Such a horrible pity, I must say.
You, like the rest, had to fade away.