Sigil

the sigil burned into his shield
glows brightly as they take the field
enemy swords ring as they strike
and a mace punctures with its spike
but as the day comes to a close
and as the wounded wail their woes
he is the one that's loved by fate
and hangs his shield up on their gate

Author notes: wc 57 https://allpoetry.com/contest/2796327-Word-of-the-Day--Crest