Ozymandias

Half sunk, the mighty face
These words upon the base
Nothing beside remains
Of the man who was born and died a king

Look on this mighty place
Now gone without a trace
Lost to the long decay
In the land of the valley of the king

Memory cloaked in shadow
Here the river runs shallow

All will be
Mystery
All will be
Remedied

Once sat upon the throne
What's left, made of stone
Ravaged, left to erode
By the winds of the valley of the king

None stand against the flow
How water smooths the stone
To pass all that we know
A demand of the spirit within