Control

by Alowl

Another poem vaguely reminiscent of Ishbal. Speaker unknown but I got a sense of Kimberly when I was writing. A reflection, somewhat, during the endless, still moments before violence is unleashed and fire splits the sky.

This belongs to FMA – the poem is mine, however. Don't touch. Or I'll set Kimberly on you.

Control

There's a sun in the sky. But you won't find it here -

For every horizon is walled off in fear.

There are stars in the clouds - but the light's swift to fade

So that all of the Word and the World lies in shade.

OOO

There are no blacks or whites here. The color is grey.

As grey as the eyes of the child you slay.

There's no swift avengement - you're healthy and whole

And the only cost here is what you call a soul.

OOO

What worth is that trinket? The pale moon knows

For she sank into shadow as soon as she rose

And the only light here is the flickering flame

That takes all, unending - but only your name.

OOO

It's safe for the moment - there's hour 'til dawn

And fast shall it crumble until all is gone.

A moment unending. How fast goes the heart!

The battle has ended. The war is to start.