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…