Tamahome poem from after he is thrown out of the Suzaku shrine when he returns to Konan in the OVAs. (That was supposed to be a sad scene, but I think I was laughing. I dislike Tama-boy more than a little. Sorry, don't flame for it)
Voice
When sorrow wells up
I used to say, "it will be all right" and
I believed it.
But this time
It won't be resolved
It can't be changed
I am a warrior of Suzaku. I bear the mark of the "oni". I am
A phoenix's fighter
What's happening?
I walk a road paved with dirt the dirt of ages. I am dirt on this road
I am nothing now. Nothing
I want to scream and fight and escape. I want to cry and rage and push out.
But instead I will walk the dirt of this road and in silence with my head bowed
I believed I was one of Suzaku's chosen. They all thought so
When they saw me. Everyone knew.
"Tamahome! Tamahome, you came to see me!"
And he was so happy, that prince. That child - successor of my
Friend and enemy and king. He thought
That his hero had come.
I thought I had too
But thoughts are easily ground to dust
And dreams can fade the same way
And I have no one, nothing
And even the person I love is gone
I want to give
Voice!
I want to yell, "I AM TAMAHOME!"
But no one will believe me and
Neither will I
Suzaku has discarded me. I couldn't enter his shine
Or near the treasures of my friends
My friends.
They used to be my friends, those brave warriors who are dead
But even their spirits have sent me away
I am alone
I have nothing as I am nothing
And anyone who saw me walking would see a boy
Bloody and sweat-stained
Looking at the ground
Whispering "Tamahome"
And they would wonder
Who he could be, this boy
And they would not know
That he used to be Tamahome. Once, a long time ago
In a dream world
Where he loved and was loved
Where he fought for his country
Where he served the Suzaku
There he was Tamahome
But he is no longer
Now
He is just lost
And longs to know why his god has rejected him and abandoned him
And he is crying
He had been too proud to cry
But now he is crying to the heavens
With a terrible
Voice!
What happened to me?
Look at me!
I am torn and tattered lost and I am no better than the dust
Why?
Why, Suzaku?
I was your seishi. I still want to be. Why have you stripped me of my identity?
Why have you taken my cause?
Why am I alone?
I could have survived whatever happened knowing
That I must protect my Miko
Who was much more than such
My Miko, my love
So why...
Why did I end up alone?
I can't push on anymore
I want to know why this happened to me!
I want to know
Why?
I want to scream and revolt and protest and I want a reason to be like this!
I want to know why I'm dead alive.
If I'm going to die I want to die!
I'm dead inside and
Living outside.
I feel nothing but sorrow and keep walking
I have to keep walking instead of lying down and stopping
Why?
Tell me! Why?
Make it clear! Why?
No one hears my
Voice!
There is only one place for me to go
Maybe the ruler of the heavens, the creator of the Mountain,
Maybe she will take me in
Taikyoku-zan!
Maybe there it can be explained.
Taikyoku-zan is gone. All I can see is a barren mountain range. A lonely place
Where the wind is blowing me over and crying
She once said that only those pure of spirit
Could see her mountain
Does that mean...?
As I am no longer Tamahome, am I no longer the person Tamahome was?
Can I not even see Taikyoku-zan?
And then behind me I hear a
Voice!
"Nakago-sama!"
Dear gods who once protected me, please, tell me
Please...I haven't become...
Now all I want to do is
Scream and
Close my eyes and
Fight to
Hurt them
Hurt whoever made me believe I was Tamahome
For I'm not Tamahome
Not anymore
And that knowledge is a silver knife to
Cut my heart to pieces
The only proof left that I was the oni fighter of Suzaku is
Tamahome's
Voice
Owari desu
AN: *I* have been listening to Voice, which, despite my extreme dislike of Tamahome, is a song I'm quite fond of. One reason being that I can listen to it and pick out a *lot* of Japanese words, *including* voice, or "koe". I love Voice!
Voice
When sorrow wells up
I used to say, "it will be all right" and
I believed it.
But this time
It won't be resolved
It can't be changed
I am a warrior of Suzaku. I bear the mark of the "oni". I am
A phoenix's fighter
What's happening?
I walk a road paved with dirt the dirt of ages. I am dirt on this road
I am nothing now. Nothing
I want to scream and fight and escape. I want to cry and rage and push out.
But instead I will walk the dirt of this road and in silence with my head bowed
I believed I was one of Suzaku's chosen. They all thought so
When they saw me. Everyone knew.
"Tamahome! Tamahome, you came to see me!"
And he was so happy, that prince. That child - successor of my
Friend and enemy and king. He thought
That his hero had come.
I thought I had too
But thoughts are easily ground to dust
And dreams can fade the same way
And I have no one, nothing
And even the person I love is gone
I want to give
Voice!
I want to yell, "I AM TAMAHOME!"
But no one will believe me and
Neither will I
Suzaku has discarded me. I couldn't enter his shine
Or near the treasures of my friends
My friends.
They used to be my friends, those brave warriors who are dead
But even their spirits have sent me away
I am alone
I have nothing as I am nothing
And anyone who saw me walking would see a boy
Bloody and sweat-stained
Looking at the ground
Whispering "Tamahome"
And they would wonder
Who he could be, this boy
And they would not know
That he used to be Tamahome. Once, a long time ago
In a dream world
Where he loved and was loved
Where he fought for his country
Where he served the Suzaku
There he was Tamahome
But he is no longer
Now
He is just lost
And longs to know why his god has rejected him and abandoned him
And he is crying
He had been too proud to cry
But now he is crying to the heavens
With a terrible
Voice!
What happened to me?
Look at me!
I am torn and tattered lost and I am no better than the dust
Why?
Why, Suzaku?
I was your seishi. I still want to be. Why have you stripped me of my identity?
Why have you taken my cause?
Why am I alone?
I could have survived whatever happened knowing
That I must protect my Miko
Who was much more than such
My Miko, my love
So why...
Why did I end up alone?
I can't push on anymore
I want to know why this happened to me!
I want to know
Why?
I want to scream and revolt and protest and I want a reason to be like this!
I want to know why I'm dead alive.
If I'm going to die I want to die!
I'm dead inside and
Living outside.
I feel nothing but sorrow and keep walking
I have to keep walking instead of lying down and stopping
Why?
Tell me! Why?
Make it clear! Why?
No one hears my
Voice!
There is only one place for me to go
Maybe the ruler of the heavens, the creator of the Mountain,
Maybe she will take me in
Taikyoku-zan!
Maybe there it can be explained.
Taikyoku-zan is gone. All I can see is a barren mountain range. A lonely place
Where the wind is blowing me over and crying
She once said that only those pure of spirit
Could see her mountain
Does that mean...?
As I am no longer Tamahome, am I no longer the person Tamahome was?
Can I not even see Taikyoku-zan?
And then behind me I hear a
Voice!
"Nakago-sama!"
Dear gods who once protected me, please, tell me
Please...I haven't become...
Now all I want to do is
Scream and
Close my eyes and
Fight to
Hurt them
Hurt whoever made me believe I was Tamahome
For I'm not Tamahome
Not anymore
And that knowledge is a silver knife to
Cut my heart to pieces
The only proof left that I was the oni fighter of Suzaku is
Tamahome's
Voice
Owari desu
AN: *I* have been listening to Voice, which, despite my extreme dislike of Tamahome, is a song I'm quite fond of. One reason being that I can listen to it and pick out a *lot* of Japanese words, *including* voice, or "koe". I love Voice!