Danse Macabre
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Woodcut Plate
The Emperor
Mors ad Imperatorem
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The empire shrinks to six feet of earth.
Death speaks:
Your armies cannot march against me, Caesar. Lay down the orb and scepter — they are toys.
The Emperor answers:
I conquered nations, yet this skeletal jester conquers me with a touch. My empire: dust.