For over a thousand years...
...Roman conquerors
returning from the wars...
...enjoyed the honor of a triumph,
a tumultuous parade.
In the procession came trumpeters
and musicians and strange animals...
...from the conquered territories...
... together with carts laden with
treasure and captured armaments.
The conqueror rode
in a triumphal chariot...
... the dazed prisoners
walking in chains before him.
Sometimes, his children,
robed in white...
...stood with him in the chariot,
or rode the trace horses.
A slave stood behind the conqueror..
...holding a golden crown...
...and whispering in his ear
a warning...
... that all glory...
...is fleeting.
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Willard Kurtz's room
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