Laga, Ragalor - What Memory

The tide erased the blood and grief…
The years rewrote what we believed…
We came again to that quiet deep…
To find what memory chose to keep…
The shore looked smaller in the sun
The tide had softened what we had done
Black stones lay harmless by the foam
Here wolf and raven fought for home
Two strangers crossed through salt and flame
Each swore the other bore the blame
The years had changed the wounds we knew
And left us each a different truth…
Memory lies with a beautiful tongue
It makes us fearless, foolish, young
It blunts the blade and moves the scar
Then brings the vanished years from far
You keep the victory, I keep the fall
Neither of us remembers it all
But through each version, one truth persists
Love began where the first blow missed
I drew my sword;
The crew drew near
The quiet shore filled up with cheers
My shoulders knew the ancient game
My pride still edited the blame
I caught his steel and stepped aside
The years had slowed him, not his pride
One sweep returned him to the sand