Jovian wrote this sonnet
My valiant comrades, ranked all in four wings
From dark to darkness chased the battle line
Against such foes their ancient wise design
Had never known -- such strange and deadly things!
Of this, one man in three shall never tell,
Of flashing talons, clashing teeth and flame.
That I should die and leave a hero's name!
It falls to me to lead them out of Hell.
The devil wings that soared from the Abyss
Are beaten back, the field and sky are won.
The golden horn-anointed king I shun
For keening, broken lines and cold wind's kiss.
The glory of this day -- a rolling cloud
That settles on my shoulder like a shroud.