I'm lazy and instead of writing something new I'm updating my poem of Entreri by adding the original Finnish version. Those who can read both English and Finnish will notice the horrible amount of changes I have made. There are less question marks in the Finnish version... I honestly don't know why.
Artemis Entreri belongs to R. A. Salvatore, as you probably already know. Just reminding that he's not mine. *sigh*
Entreri
From the dirt you rose
From the small street
Where you spend your days of youth
Although child you never were
Always fighting for survival
While others your age played and laughed
You rose and you conquered
With your blade you carved your name
Into the fearful hearts of men
You had everything in your grasp
You didn't know what you had lost that time
You only saw what you had gained
Then you met your equal in battle
His skin as dark as your soul
But he raised his blades for good
There was something in him that showed
He fought only for righteousness
There was something you'd never known
You hated him and swore
That your blade would take his life
Before you even knew the reasons
Where all this hate came from?
Why was your anger so deep?
Did you ever think of these questions?
Were his skills too much for you to take?
Was it 'cause you wanted his strength?
Or was there something else in him
That made you feel that way?
Did you see the man you could have been
Before this cruel world killed your soul?
Are you looking for a way, assassin?
Do you wish to change your life?
Or is your destiny only to destroy?
Does your dagger only strike
For something you can gain?
Is your heart too dark to change?
Look for answer
And search it well
For time of change is slowly passing
Decide the way you're taking
And after your choice, tell me
Is there ever a tear in your eye?
Kadulta sinut löydettiin
Nousit taistelun avulla
Paikalle arvostetulle
Miekkasi teki sinusta kuuluisan
Toi pelkoa, kunnioitusta
Olit voittamaton mahtavin
Sitten kaikki muuttui
Kohtasit vertaisesi taistossa
Kuin kaksoisolentosi
Mutta sydämensä oli puhdas
Teränsä viilsi rauhan puolesta
Tuotti kuolemaa ainoastaan pahoille
Et voinut häntä ymmärtää
Et nähnyt tekojensa tarkoitusta
Häntä et voinut voittaa
Sydämensä puhtaus suojanaan
Hän selvisi tappavista iskuistasi
Jouduit tappiosi toteamaan
Miksi et voi häntä unohtaa?
Johtuuko voimastaan suuresta
Vai kadehditko hänen sydäntänsä
Jollainen omasikin olisi voinut olla
Haluatko murhata totuuden
Jonka olisit itsekin voinut saavuttaa
Etsitkö tietä salamurhaaja?
Haluatko muutosta elämääsi
Vai viiltääkö teräsi edelleen
Ainoastaan omaksi hyödyksesi
Onko sydämesi liian tumma muuttuakseen
Eivätkö silmäsi ikinä osoita tunteita
Hark: I put this Finnish poem here with apologies to Arabwel, who asked me for it long time ago. I never managed to e-mail it, but here it is, finally. Sorry it took so long. The wait wasn't worth it...
