To the Legion
The sacrifice we make today
will live in song for future kings,
but first our story was beheld
by Janus in the dawn of things.
Before the ancient cities rose,
before the primal morning light,
the destiny of worlds was writ
for Janus of eternal sight.
The Owl of Minerva knows
the path a mortal man should take,
but where the path will lead is known
to Janus in the Temple Gates.
To Mars I dedicate my sword.
For Rome I go to fight and die.
I end today as I began:
in Janus's immortal eye.