A/N: So I was just thinking about heroes and then Edward came to mind. And then I decided to write about Alphonse, Riza and Roy. FMA is filled with heroes, but I chose four. So, on to the poem.
For the Fighters
There is a hero brave and strong,
A young prodigy in the working of alchemy.
Once he committed a grievous wrong,
And now chases the red stone's mystery.
But hides behind his confident mask,
Destroyed innocence and hurt and pain.
Striving to complete a difficult task,
And letting his tears fall only in the rain.
There is a boy locked inside steel,
A metal exterior but with a heart of gold.
Deprived of his senses, unable to feel,
Yet his kind soul warms the armour cold.
Bound to the world by blood of family,
The only remnant of a haunting mistake.
His brother's support for beyond eternity,
Siblings fighting as one for what was at stake.
There is a man in military cloth,
With gloves of blazing ruin pristine white.
Wearing a mask of uncaring and sloth,
Changing his country his long-held sight.
A soldier torn apart by murder and war,
Praised as a hero for his killing flame.
Intellect and experience to take him far,
Remember Roy Mustang, that's his name.
There is a lady with hawk eyes,
A famed sniper with her guns ever ready.
Brown eyes sharp, aim precise,
Her superior's protector to always be.
Behind her stoic professionalism lies,
A broken woman with a secret deadly.
Lessons of pain did make her wise,
In her, one will find a friend steady.
Strength is gained by toil,
Pain and blood to grow more.
Never from danger to recoil,
Selfless saviours to the core.
Four of many together meet,
Forged bonds tested in heat.
Heroes through actions are made,
To stay, to live on, and never to fade.
A/N: And that's it! Hope the rhyming didn't sound forced.