I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: 2 vast & trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
& wrinkled lip & sneer of cold command
& on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, & despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless & bare,
Lone & level sands stretch far away.
Percy Shelley
'Power... is an Illusion.' - Ozmondi al'Qass