AN: Happy Fullmetal Alchemist Day! Never forget 3/10.
Anyways here is a poem fic I wrote in the spring about Alphonse getting his body back. I had to write a special poem for my Creative Writing 2 course, and, well, this happened. It's in a style called a Villanelle, which means it rhymes in a specific way. Look up villanelle's, they're fun!
Decided to post it on October 3rd for you all. Enjoy! (It's Post-Brotherhood)
Beyond the Gate
As against that molten backdrop he stands,
Face upturned to the golden sun,
He feels the warmth with his own two hands.
He finally can feel the strands
Of grasses from a gold thread spun
As against that molten backdrop he stands.
Now pessimists he reprimands
How can they say that life is done?
He feels the warmth with his own two hands.
The bloody sunset on him brands
The living fire that he has won
As against that molten backdrop he stands.
Faced with all of life's demands
There was no challenge he left undone;
He feels the warmth with his own two hands.
As a victor over the lands
This new era he has begun,
As against that molten backdrop he stands.
Feeling the warmth with his own two hands.