Parody of 'Ozymandias'

Memory calls a man from an antique time.
Our love it stood, like statues in the sand
On crumpled legs of stone...a pantomime
Half sunk, the shattered visage of his lies.
That anger yet survives the pendulum,
Tell that the sculptor well those passions made.
Now lifeless bodies walk amongst the dead
For what the heart tempted, the hand forbade.
On pedestals of his name appear
The words of every broken hearted fool
'Look at mine eyes, ye mighty, and despair
Nothing besides remains, round the decay
Of this colossal wreck, bounded in time,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.