There were four of us but we stood as one 'neath a pale and fallow moon,
And we laughed at life and we laughed at death that often came too soon.
We tore at life like a haunch of meat and swallowed it whole and lean.
We took it first and held it last and we drank in the in-between.
But, the time drew nigh as we knew it must when the final deeds be done
And each we found the other's face and grinned at the fight to come.
We held that ground upon the strand with our backs against the sea.
Then Raimon fell 'neath the battle's din with a cut that was meant for me.
I cursed him sound and shook his head, "Nay! You will not depart."
"Drain a cup for me," he said, and died with a laugh in his heart.
We three fought on with blooded steel till the sun turned dark and red.
Then across the sands that drank their blood our foemen broke and fled.
Then Erland with a score of wounds stood bloody at my side.
"I think I'll sit me down to rest," he said before he died.
In the dark I raged about those dunes with a mist upon my sight,
But no foe I found to slake the thirst that burned me dry that night.
They say Athena wandered off with a song borne on the wind.
I found an oak where her footsteps stopped but she was never seen again.
Then I cursed the life and I cursed the death and I cursed the blood and bone;
And I cursed the gods that left me there, that left me there alone.
What? Oh, I must have wandered off again to dream of another day,
As I often do on wintry nights when the fog rolls down from the starry heights
And I think of those times and those glorious fights...
When my head was not so gray."