Hunger Games poem: The Archer's Aim

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Title: The Archer's Aim
Fandom: The Hunger Games
Rating: G
Ship: Katniss/Peeta-ish
Wordcount: 161 (19 lines)
Notes: For the "guns" square on my kink_bingo card, completing my second blackout just in time for amnesty!!! Since this is my first villanelle (omg it was way harder than the sonnet I did last summer) and my first Hunger Games fanwork I'm also going to count it for the New Horizons (March 2012) mini-challenge!
Summary: A villanelle for the Catching Fire training montage.
Also available at the AO3

The archer's aim is ever straight and true.
Her arrows tipped with coldest stone and steel
Are sharp enough to wound him through and through.

She lifts her bow and all else falls from view
Till target, girl, and bow are all that's real.
The archer's aim is ever straight and true.

The boy looks on as hopeless lovers do
While she attempts to strategize and deal;
It's sharp enough to wound him through and through.

She pays him smiles like old debts coming due,
As empty as the songbird's mocking peal.
The archer's aim is ever straight and true.

Each year we send our children two by two
On trembling legs of flesh and bone and steel
And watch them wound each other through and through.

But if this archer's frozen fire is real
Perhaps this year the game is ours to steal.
The archer's aim is ever straight and true
And sharp enough to wound him through and through.