Disclaimer: I definitely do not own Full Metal Alchemist. Not my name you see on all the FMA stuff, now is it? Nope, didn't think so.
So don't even bother trying to sue me, I have no money. Not even enough money to buy the latest volume of the FMA manga…:sobs:…well, not yet anyway XD.
Author's Note: YES! My very first semi-Royai fanfiction! And it's not really even fanfiction! It's a poem! Waii! Throw the confetti! Pop the balloons! Smash the cake in your faces! Now if only it wasn't so craptastic! This was actually done for my AP English class! XD! When will I stop using exclamation points! I don't know! Maybe now, for my author's note has finally reached its end! Enjoy!
Pretty
A battlefield
A swirling cloud
Of ash and smoke
The cries of anguish
The stench of death
Assaulting her senses
Crafting her world
When she first sees him
.
One figure
.
Her first view
Of the man below
Dressed in blue
That despicable blue
That evokes fear, hatred
As an expert marksman
She lies on her stomach
Waiting
.
One rifle
.
It is loaded, poised
Ready to kill
Any man, woman, child
With those fateful red eyes
She will shoot them down
Quick and painless
Because she has a job
To protect him
.
One duty
.
She has never met him
Before in her life
Who is he?
And he takes out a glove
Starkly white against
The dust, the blood
Places them on his hands
And snaps
.
One snap
.
And in that instant
A blazing inferno
Raging into the grey sky
Bright red and yellow
Tendrils of fire
Grasping for the heavens
The heavens that remain silent
As the horrors unfold below
.
One motion
.
She rises slowly to her knees
Her hands releasing
Their death grip
Her weapon clattering
To the ground
Her fingers trembling
Upon dirtied cheeks
Eyes wide at this vision of flame
.
One fire
.
And she thinks to herself,
'How pretty.'
End.
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