Gale's POV. Well, it could be anyone's, but I chose Gale: it takes place during Mockinjay sometime... he's just sort of soliloquizing. Rhyming. (If you don't know what soliloquizing is or what a soliloquy is, just review me or PM me and I'll explain.)
It's a delicate matter,
Life and death,
A delicate subject,
Silent and breath.
You never can know
Where either one lies,
If one is in hiding,
If one's in disguise.
One lurks by the corner,
One waits by the bend,
The other is present,
To start life or end.
You never can know
When either will strike,
They come as a fortress,
They come hard and like
A knife, A bullet,
A speeding train,
While one still survives,
The other cannot remain.
So a delicate matter
That hangs deep and long
In the balance of
Our haunting song.
Today we're alive,
But tomorrow we're not;
You never can know
When one's fast and hot,
Fast to the kill,
Quick to the end,
Hot 'round the corner,
Burning 'round the bend.
A delicate matter,
Life and death,
A delicate matter,
Silent and breath.
You never can know
Which one will claim you,
You never can know,
You never can ponder,
You never can grasp your mind about
The delicateness of the monsters, waiting,
Simply waiting...