Dead Dog Party

Once more the glory of Rome sinks into the dust of time. The gladiators lay down their swords. The orators fall silent. The fountains dry, the forums empty, the harbor bereft of ships. Outside the walls, the Vandals wait for their hour, for the long night to come. But no! For one last time the horns resound, and the last of the Romans assemble for wine and talk and music. The feast may be over, but let the memory remain. Until the furries assemble again!