Returning from a long fought battle was a soldier.
Over fifteen years ago he was just a boy and less bolder.
Years before the carnage he eagerly trained.
Admired by many due to his skills on the blade though stained.
Legions were then under his command.

Conquered the seas and heavens and the farthest land.
Rejoiced by his people upon his arrival.
On that day he was a famous general.
Walls were painted and statues were made.
Now maximus the soldier rest under the grave.