Since my head is wrapped around my Scorpius tale at the moment, this poem came to mind as I've been plotting out the political intrigues of Scorpius' world.
This has been a favorite poem of mine since I first read it in elementary school. Enjoy!
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.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1818
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Naquillity says Great choice for the train.
Travis Cody says Oddly enough, I knew bits of this poem but had never read all of it.
Stan Ski says Words and picture fit nicely.