The Legend of Aldric, The Bulwark Eternal

(Recited quietly by soldiers before battle)

No crown he wore, no throne he claimed,
No songs of triumph bear his name.

Yet when the tower gates broke wide,
He did not run. He did not hide.

He held the line till dawn burned red—
With fallen shields and countless dead.

Ask not why he does not yield—
Some men are the battlefield.