The Primrose Flower

Tossing me aside,
As you stumble to the front.
I've never seen you move so fast,
Hissing as you hunt.

You hunt for united districts,
And for you sister's life.
Of course you hunt for deer,
But for your sister you will strife.

12 is fast descending,
You have nowhere left to go.
Primrose Everdeen is gone,
She burnt to death in snow.

Your wings crumble beneath you,
Your children dance on graves
Of a thousand murdered miners,
A new life you must now pave

To tell the people of the horror,
The Hunger Games once were.
Sorrow buried inside you,
Never knowing why it had to be her.

Hannah~