Request

by Alowl

An Ishbal poem can stand alone. Nonspecific, but has hints of a shattered Roy and a gleeful Kimberly that simply scream of hate and hope and damnation.

Disclaimer – I don't own FMA. This is a poem that illustrates, to me at least, how desperetly I need prozac. A perfect example of my writing process - I try to write something tender, a love song, or something, and end up writing about the loss of all hope and deepest depths of self-loathing. I would like to assure people that I actually am quite content.

Request

So if I see you in my dreams

When war lurks in the lands

So that the sun brings brief respite -

So that we turn our hands

To twisting dreams and hating hopes

To futures broad and dim -

The chant's still raised above the sky

To sing a distant hymn.

OOOOO

What song is this, that lingers on

Across the bloody air?

What is the theme, that resounds here -

The darkness of despair

That hate that sings within the soul

The freedoms often banned

The echoes that ring chill and high -

The laughter of the damned.

OOOOO

For damned are we. Condemned to Pit

For all that we have done.

Not even God may wash us clean

For all he sent his Son -

Because the earth is but a sphere

And all things shall return

I know my fate. I know my death.

I know I am to burn.

OOOOO

So if I see you in my dreams

I pray thee, do not cry.

I know the price for all my sins

I know I am to die.

I ask one gift of thee, my friend

For all the thankless years -

'Tis not of hate or depthless love -

I only beg thy tears.