A vaguely FMA-ish poem that WOULD NOT GO AWAY! R+R? Please?

Oh yeah, and I don't own anything with the verse. So don't even think about it.

BTW – the title comes from the Greek God Terminus, described as "He Who Walks the Boundaries". Described as being more powerful then Sues in his own manner, it seemed oddly appropriate.

Terminus

The Gates are out of Midnight's reach

Beyond the edge of Dawn.

Across the Dark we still must hark

And wearily trudge on.

Where nightmares tread, who guards the dead?

And from what do they flee?

For every Gate must have a Lock

And every Lock a Key.

OOOOO

And forged in ice before the Flame

And long before the Word

The ancient Price was swift relayed

And syllables were heard

That crooned of gain. Of desperate hope

Of Rise without the Fall

The shutters barred. The warning passed

But still sang forth the call.

OOOOO

The Lock, you see, is born of Chance

Despair beyond all sight

The love that wrenches soul from chest –

The scream within the night.

The hate that claws behind the eyes

To roar upon the air –

And dream of rest. It forms a Lock

So grasp it if you dare.

OOOOO

The Key is old beyond our ken

Beyond the Rising Dark.

We know of old its grievous price

The muffled, smothered spark.

It matters not how stern the soul

Wiped clean by timeless flood

Or all the horrors condemned to face –

It all comes down to blood.

OOOOO

The Gate of Darkness, free of stars

The Lock of Desperate Dreams

A Key of Blood. It's come to this

For nothing's as it seems.

And ancient sins at last are free

And ancient Truths will fly

The Night draws close. Remember this –

Above all soars the sky.