#12 frankensteinlipo -- Kublamandius

[phooky]

(apologies for one transposition.)

In an antique land did a traveller Two vast and trunkless legs of stone decree: Where a shattered visage ran through frown and wrinkled lip down to a sneer of cold command, So its sculptor of those passions with lifeless things were girdled round; And there were hands that mocked, and heart that fed, and a pedistal, where blossomed these words; And here were Ozymandius, King of Kings, Enfolding my works!

But oh! ye Mighty which slanted down nothing athwart decay! A colossal wreck! as boundless and bare As e'er beneath lone and level sands was haunted.