The traveler of old came to visit me,
and sat at the foot of my feet.
No longer from a land of antiquity,
I had never again expected to meet.
"Ozymandias," said they,"King of kings," said I.
The traveler looked old; eyes were since clouded and hair turned grey.
"You remain ageless," they told me, though I heard their lie.
"Do not mock, old friend—you see my cracks and crevices."
The traveler in reply said nothing."Do not joke, old friend—for every passing day brings new blemishes.""Yet you will not face it alone, old king," said they, "for my end is quickly coming."
And so the traveler of a land long past
Slept by my trunkless legs to breathe their last.
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Haley K
17 | Writer, Friend, Daughter, and Stressed Out High School Student | Aquarius | Book Nerd |
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