I happened across this post online. The actual post was for a poem that depicted an aged warrior, continuing to protect the people it cared about, as it had done for its entire life. And though its body may be useless now, it still continues its job. Sure, it's slightly silly, but the poem remains a very poignant reminder of the finality of all thing
And that poem reminded me of my favorite poem of all time. I'm sure many of you have heard of it. It's called Ozymandias, by a fella named Percy Jackson. Hehe, just kidding. Making sure you're properly reading. If you weren't confused there, look up the name Percy Jackson. By far my favorite YA book series. But that's a story for another time. The poem is by a man named Percy Shelley. If that last name seems familiar, it may because you know a person by the name of Mary Shelley, Percy's wife. Right crazy. For those of you who don't know who she is, she was the author of this small little monster book called FRANKENSTEIN. Crazy right. Anyways, Percy Shelley didn't write too many poems In his lifetime, he unfortunately died early, but this remains an amazing amazing poem. 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. The tragic irony that this poem focuses on is the story of King Ozymandias, a man who thought he had it all. At the height of his power, he built a grand statue to be made that would withstand the tests of time and signal the sheer power of this king for years to come. And where was it left now? In the middle of the desert, with nay but the legs of the statue still left. It was a very pitiful scene that reminded you of the passage of time, and how some things that may seem so important and crucial in the moment will simply fade away into the desert of time before long. I actually started writing this post on May 15, 2020. But I thought I would finish it up before I went to bed. I'll try to finish the first part (yes part 1) of the short story by tomorrow. Peace - A
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