He sank his blade in fury in Turnus' chest.Then all the body slackened in death's chill,And with a groan for that indignityHis spirit fled into the gloom below.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
The Aeneid - Closing
Labels: Closing, Publius Vergilius Maro
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