1. Here I still sit in disbelief As my beloved sister forever falls asleep Perhaps if she had only moved a second before She would never have knocked on Death's door. President Snow witnessed the explosions from his mansion up above Chuckling to himself as he watches the innocent bleed out their lives The sent of roses and blood is overpowering It takes all I have not to run away cowering. I am the Mockingjay, I must be strong I need to avenge the ones I love "Goodbye, my sweet Prim," I whisper to my dear sister. Rising to my feet I fit an arrow to my bow I will be the one who kills Snow. By Elizabeth Banescu
This is an original poem I wrote based on the Hunger Games, Please give me credit if you're turning this in.
