"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, who's 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: 'I am Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair.'step follows
step, hope follows
courage, set your face towards
danger, set your heart on
victorya
thousand enemies outside the house, are better then
one within.
Day of wrath, that day of burning,
Seer and Sibyl speak concerning,
All the world to ashes turning.
~Abraham Coles
Kaisa Angel RP · Thu Aug 21, 2008 @ 03:04am · 0 Comments
