Didn't see the previous Ozymandias comment. I'll leave this up anyway:



I met a traveller from an

antique land who said:

“Four 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

snout, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those

passions read which yet survive,

stamped on these lifeless things,

the hoof that mocked them, and

the heart that fed: and on the

pedestal these words appear:



‘My name is Celestia, queen of queens:

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.”