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, whose 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:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
[i:a714c00a19]Percy Bysshe Shelley[/i:a714c00a19]
Ozymandias came from this poem. It's a early 1800th century miss-translation of the name Pharaoh Ramses II. I have always liked the poetic and grand nature of the name. It actually sounds like an ancient and powerful king.
I have been a Ancient Egypt nut ever since I could read as a boy and have visited there a couple of times and spent a few months in Egypt over the years. I just love the romance of Dynastic Egypt.
Jones... well that's my name. Not many of us Jones's around now-a-days, you know
Ozymandias Jones has become my pen name when I'm writing on the net. Many of my sotries are of an Adult nature, or contain adult themes and I use the Ozy pen name to set them apart from the more main stream stuff.
So there you go...
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