Glimmer, I Hear Someone Call

Winning Means Fame And Fortune. Losing Means Certain Death. The Hunger Games Have Begun.

Charred Bits Of Black Silk Swirl Into The Air, And Pearls Clatter To The Stage… I’m In A Dress Of The Exact Design Of My Wedding Dress, Only It’s The Color Of Coal And Made Of Tiny Feathers. Wonderingly, I Lift My Long, Flowing Sleeves Into The Air, And That’s When I See Myself On The Television Screen. Clothed In Black Except For The White Patches On My Sleeves. Or Should I Say My Wings. Because Cinna Had Turned Me Into A Mockingjay.

Just Don't Die For Me, You Won't Be Doing Me Any Favour !

How Much Energy They Put Into Harming Each Other. How Little Into Saving.

Don't Let Him Take You From Me.