a heart full of petals (and fanfiction pages)

14 Nov

Fireballs and cameras

give them a good show

Children wielding weapons

deal the final blows

All that’s left is the eyes

in twisted muttations risen from the dead

Born to kill, bred to die

And they all bleed the same shade of red

Leave flowers at the gravesite

When all is said and done

This game’s been played before

Seventy-three times won

Some of the original lyrics from Arena from Panem’s best, by Whitney Milam.

Just Beautiful.

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