Nothing beside remains
Round the decay of that colossal wreck
Boundless and bare
The lone and level sands
Stretch far away
Guess I got what I deserve
Kept you waiting there, too long my love
All that time without a word
Didn’t know you’d think that I’d forget, or I’d regret
The special love I have for you
My baby blue.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear —
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
"You’re not from around here. Your eyes…they’ve seen things."
(I haven’t posted this one yet. Don’t know why I’m doing it now. Anyways, good night, I suppose.)
"Between you and I…the whole League of Evil Exes thing? I was in a very dark place when I put that together. So…forgiven?"