FIRST BLOOD

The tide had brought you closer

It was the tide, that took you away

Its the sword that 

Warriors fight for;

Its the sword that kills them 

Like the wind you reached me

And the same drew you away 

But I still feel the pain 

Though I know

Nor the tide,wind 

Neither the sword would revert back

I knew you were gone 

You had drawn the first blood  

The scars remains 

Even after the battle

The blood stops oozing out 

But the vengeance doesn't  

( Like the tide, wind - both of them come and go at their own pace. Similarly she came and went away and she is similar to the sword - its what you want hurts you. )