Ramesses II... a sad type of poem on mortality and power

Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said--"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart....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."

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

How I stumbled upon this poem.... hmmm I read lots of comic eh... and X-men is one of them, anyway I was remembering a character named Apocalypse whose real name was En Sabah Nur, he was the villain but i found his servant peculiar his servant was Ozymandias an Egyptian King, so it ran across my mind just now and I decided to investigate who Ozymandias really was. And so here I am with a newly discovered poem I like. Ta daaaaah.