Alright, this is a piece I wrote a week or two ago, it of course is in memory of one of the greatest FMA characters, doesn't beat Ed, but he comes pretty darn close.



Ode To Hughes

Dark case lowered into the ground,
weeping soldiers standing all around.

Dressed in black from head to toe,
time seems to tick by much too slow.

Dark haired man crouched close to the ground.
tears stream down and down.

Daughter clutched to mother's legs,
"Don't bury papa!" The little girl begs.

With a slam God closes the door,

Maes Hughes is no more.

Wow, that's pretty good.


But sad, too...

T-thats sad..! TT.TT
*hugs Hughes corpse*
DON'T LEAVE!!!!!!!!! >.<

That's pretty good though for a poem!
I loved it!