Ozymandias - Red Vox

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