Author's Note: This is a poem in Entreri's point of view. (I don't own Entreri, by the way. He's Salvatore's)
A barren place,
a place of death,
a vibrant place,
a place of life,
the ultimate paradox.
Travelers feat it,
locals live from it,
it glints like water,
it parches throats,
you will not survive.
I am the traveler and the local,
I fear it yet live because of it,
it has killed me as much as saved me,
it has given me death in the way Drizzt gave life,
my body survives yet my mind does not.
The ultimate paradox maybe no more,
the one who saves the soul is the one who kills the mind,
my mind rejects my soul rejoices
my thoughts swirl like daggers flying through the air,
I am the ultimate paradox.
You will not survive, for I did not,
I may have been young in body but not mind,
the sands of the Calim are confusion,
the sands of the Calim are insanity,
your body may survive but your mind and soul will shatter.
