"I met a traveller from an antique land, who said: two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, half sunk, a shattered visage lies, who's frown, and wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, tell that its sculptor well those passions read, which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, the hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; and on the pedestal these words appear: 'I am Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair.'
step follows step, hope follows courage, set your face towards danger, set your heart on victory
a thousand enemies outside the house, are better then one within.
Day of wrath, that day of burning, Seer and Sibyl speak concerning, All the world to ashes turning. ~Abraham Coles
Kaisa Angel RP · Thu Aug 21, 2008 @ 03:04am · 0 Comments |