Ozymandia X The Man Poem by Hell 'Farya

...nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.'
My voice sank deeper than my tongue,
Slowly I told him; the traveller from the antique land -
'Once there was a man who roamed the west,
Whose judgment, fast to proclaim. Men bragged
His lore broke rinks and bows, cry aloud, He boasted! '
Seven words separated us, I am not one in his rank.
This man, Ozymandias! king of kings, he called
He knew well the feel of earth, decays of flesh,
Better than me. we fed on blood: 'stank to nose'
His left footprint, my right; gazelles drank from,
Like any, we parted and swore to see no more.