The Victor
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 luxury,
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 children’s drained lives.
You must get up in the morning,
Their haunting faces in your eyes.
You are the victor but you haven't won.
YOU ARE READING
Hunger Games Poems.
FanfictionA/N: [COMPLETE!!!!!!!] A whole book of Hunger Games Poems!!!!! :D Enjoy and may the odds be ever in your favour!!!!! Happy Hunger Games!!!! Roses are white, Nightlock is blue, It's called Catching Fire, Not Hunger Games 2. :D
