entwined with sacred mistletoe, arms before him
beseeching rescue.
In the valley, shrouded in early-morning mist,
the Romans camped, relaxing around their campfires
before the final surge.A mass of barbarism destroying
all in slow. impassive, machine-like killing.
A teacher, the priest deplored violence. He
knew all his knowledge would soon be lost
in the slowly ascending mists, obscuring time.
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