Moar poetry, just because. Also, I did this on an iPad, so if the formatting is shit, I'm super sorry.
I've posted an Edvy oneshot, separate from this series, as a giftfic for xxakikoakanexx for being the fiftieth reviewer. It's called 'Want', and if you like oneshots where the homunculi have Ed prisoner for whatever reason, you should check it out. It's dark, it's depressing, it's sexy...look, I'm working on a happy fluffy(ish) giftfic, I do write cheerful stuff sometimes! I swear!
69. Dragon
it was the perfect form
for this new world.
the perfect shape, lithe with grace
the perfect lines with glints and gleams
and sharp and lethal pointed teeth.
the perfect shape, with wings for flight
to swoop down through the night
and terrify the ants below
with his devil's-blood eyes.
the perfect form to hunt down the one he loathed
the one without shield or power or sword
the perfect form to kill his own St. George
it was the perfect shape
the dragon
the same that adorned his skin
in carmine and sanguine tint.
the perfect shape
to hide
the angry and lonely child within.