Fallen (FMA:B)

A single bullet

fired by a dishonest hand

fired by the liar

the bringer of tears

of sorrow, and grief

the jester in disguise

who so cruelly laughed.

at the fallen child

the girl with the snow-white hair

splayed, legs a tangle of charred bone

on the gritty desert sand

one crimson eye open.

The hero with the fiery eyes

with his golden flames and dream clasped in his strong fingers

The lioness with a mere trigger and the eyes of a hawk

with a desire to protect the one who cared.

The courageous man

with a green-eyed lover in earnest wait.

An innocent little girl

awaiting the loving mother and father who would never return.

The scarred outcast

who trudged through the barren desert with a leaden heart and

a lust for vengeance, arms dripping with ink and desperate finality.

The tattooed one

with a cold, cold laugh

standing above a trampled maze of butterfly-winged dreams.

The doctor

who wept for humility as he cupped

the crimson crystal

in his marred hands.

War is fruitless

hatred is what walks a soul

down a distant, grey path.

war is what causes tears to drip down a true soldier's face

as he realizes that he traded

his soul

his humanity

for a gray ghost.

Because that is what war is

a ceaseless struggle

bubbling, boiling chaos

a bullet fired

a child fallen.