And amour
By D
I don't own FMA or the Goddesses of Fate, they own you.
One bye one Ed was watching them
Cutting the thread
Another life
A woman screams as she's gunned down
He shutters
They're dropping like flies
A gate opens and threads start on fire
The other looks on the floor
Ed is watching them holding what they want
Another threads,
She cuts it and the string is intact
The other stops
He doesn't die,
An angel on the wall
The serpent squeezes tighter
One kicks it and the snake wails
There're spilling the thread
Lives connected
But which was he?
