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Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Mon Sep 11, 2017 21:32

Ozymandias II

I met a traveler from an antique land
And he regaled me with stories bold
Of a shattered statue in the level sand
That spoke of hubris from the days of old

And I undertook to journey there
Where I saw the wreck he had soberly hailed
Rubble strewn on the desert bare
'Round the broken legs, all unveiled

A whisper interrupted my inward muse
Nearby, water welled up twixt the dunes
I thought all that stone might have better use
After sunset, I worked 'neath the moon

And I built something from the stone of the place
Using all that had once echoed only of pride
For the traveler, mighty or small, shade and grace
A shelter from thirst with a spring inside

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