~ a reimagining of the poem “Ozymandias” by Percy Bysshe Shelley x Zsoro
I met a snake from a dune shade,
Who said — “Two cold eyes gaze from here
Stand before the immortal … near His feet in the sand,
Gleaming in sun above, a grinning grimace heralds gloom,
And lipless cavity, and jeer of candid command,
Tell that its sculptor full those passions fell
Which yet survive, stamped forever on this lively icon,
The hand that struck them, and the heart that blackened;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Cain, King of Killers;
Leer on my Form, ye Guilty, and rejoice!
Nothing inside remains. Circle the void
Of that colossal Daemon, baleful and brazen
His bountifully bloody sands vein through vanity,
Stretching far to empire humanity.”
