Another filler, oh, btw, I didn't accept your character, because it's illegal on this site to accept through reviews, so I'm not taking it until you make an account. Sorry for the inconvenience, but that's just how it is…
Their cheers,
Your tears,
Blood drips from your hands,
Their lies,
Your cries,
You stand where the victor stands.
Was it worth it, worth the death,
Destruction, to your right and left?
Would you have, rather died?
Left someone else to bathe in pride?
Do you need the luxery,
Raid the Capitol's treasury?
A web they span to hide their lies.
A trick of the light in ways.
Jewels on your clothes stained red,
The blood of the childrens drained lives.
You must gt up in the morning,
Their haunting faces in your eyes.
You are the victor but you haven't won.
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Frantic feet
Pound the dry earth
Racing
From the hunter, fast pursuing
To be caught is to die
To endure pain
And the shame of knowing
That you have lost
Their twisted Games
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My name is known through all the Districts,
I'm the face of all the games.
After all, I'm Ceaser Flickman,
my fortune is in fame.
But every year I know there's something,
something I can't explain,
and every year, my salary never covers
all my heartache and pain.
How can I stand upon that stage,
knowing that the children will die?
The guilt never passes, the pain never laeves,
the days go by and by...
There's some poetry for you guys, merry Christmas