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.

OOOOOO

A/N: Same old, same old. Yep. Reviews and suggestions welcome! Very welcome.