Disclaimer: Okay, let me break the word apart for you. Dis-do not. Own-have possession of. I do not have possession of FMA. So there. Stop pouring salt on the wound!
A/N: My muse has been good to me, so here comes another set of two poems. This is Ed's second poem, I know, but he is the main character, right?
I swear it exists!
A poem of the Philosopher's Stone
By Edward Elric
The man stared at me, holding back a laugh.
After mocking me, he assured me it was only good-natured chaff.
"If you think you can find it, I believe you."
I didn't think his words were true.
Everyone reacts the same.
It's the stupid rumors—they're to blame.
The Philosopher's Stone exists!
And it's much more powerful than any stupid catalysts
I swear that it is real.
A little stone that multiplies your powers—what a good deal!
I'll find the stupid thing,
And then all of the doubters will have to stop snickering.
I don't care that people have been searching for centuries.
There is a way to solve all mysteries.
And solve it I will!
No matter what I have to provoke, fight, or kill.
I have a noble reason for the stone.
I wish only to return my brother to flesh and bone
--Okay, and use it to grow another five feet
--Alright, and then use it to pound Mustang into his seat.
But those are all noble reasons!
And so I search for the stone in all seasons!
I know the stone is not a myth.
There is simply nothing to argue with!
Do not mock me!
For as soon as I find it, your death it will be!
THE STUPID STONE EXISTS!
So shut up, or I'll have to start using my fists!
P.S. I am still not obsessed, and am not a pathological liar.
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A/N: Same old, same old. Yep. Reviews and suggestions welcome! Very welcome.
