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Lust - The Beginnings
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Short piece of poetry about the homunculus named lust. Her character is too interesting for me not to write about, and next to Greed, I think she's my favourite out of all of them. Zetus, dug this up for you.
(A/N I plan to add to this one, like a series of poems all loosely based on the same topic… actually maybe I'll post the other poems around my other fics… because that's how I write, I'll usually start with a idea and it'll morph into a poem and then into a story or picture… and I'm rambling) This is set shortly after Lust was truly 'born' after feeding from the philosopher's stone for the first time.
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She wondered if it was wrong to hope of love,
And dream of dreams…
When she was only half a person
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…when she closed her eyes hard enough…
Or when the silence hummed
She could almost imagine warm arms surrounding her,
And tender lips to comfort…
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…Dark hair hung like a lonely swing on a winter's day,
Quivering, fluttering… tethered.
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She laughed, the sound alien on her hardened mouth
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And stared down from her height…
The ground so far below
And nothingness stretched above her...
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The railing squeaked as she climbed upon it -
Groaned
As she reached to the silent heavens
Convulsed
As her go-between
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She lowered her upraised hands
A sudden realisation flashing into her mind…
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Her balance tilted,
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She plummeted.
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Beyond the balcony,
Through the black night,
Past the trees
And away from the skies.
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Dark blood pooled on the cobblestones…
- Hers.
Blank eyes surveyed it
And a twisted smile was its testimony
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Dark hair, fluttered in waves behind her,
As she got up,
And walked away.
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It never worked.
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She wondered if it was wrong to hope of love
And dream of dreams,
When she was only half a person
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Half a person.
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