Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!
My name is Ozymandias, king of kings; Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Boundless and bare, the lone and level sands stretch far away.
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, the lone and level sands stretch far away.
My shattered visage, half-sunk, lies in the desert.
Time has eroded the glory of my empire.
Once a mighty ruler, now forgotten by time.
Even the greatest kings are destined to be forgotten.
What once stood tall is now scattered ruins.
The sands of time wash away all traces of greatness.
A king’s power is fleeting, but his legacy may endure.
A ruler’s empire is as transient as the shifting sands.
Only the winds whisper tales of my former glory.
My empire was built on hubris and vanity.
The arrogance of kings will be their downfall.
The sun sets on all empires, including mine.
My reign, like my statue, has crumbled into dust.
The mighty can fall, and their empires crumble to dust.
From dust we come, and to dust we shall return.
The passage of time humbles even the mightiest of rulers.
The remnants of my empire lie forgotten in the desert.
The ruins of my kingdom are a testament to my folly.
Once a king, now a forgotten memory.
In the end, all that is left is the inevitable decay.
Ambition and power blind the foolish and the mighty.
My empire was built on the backs of the oppressed.
The legacy of a king is written in the hearts of his people.
The ruins of my kingdom are a reminder of the futility of power.
Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.
The sands of time will bury even the mightiest of empires.
My legacy is etched in sand, fleeting and temporary.
A king’s rule is as fragile as the desert wind.
The grandeur of my empire was but an illusion.
The ruins of my empire are a cautionary tale for future rulers.
The crumbling ruins of my kingdom serve as a reminder of the impermanence of power.
Once a titan, now a forgotten memory.
The ruins of my empire are a testament to the hubris of kings.
From greatness to oblivion, such is the fate of all rulers.
The ruins of my kingdom stand as a warning to those who seek power for power’s sake.
The mighty fall, their empires crumble, and their names are lost in the sands of time.
The grandeur of kings is no match for the relentless march of time.
The arrogance of rulers blinds them to the inevitable decay of their empires.
The remnants of my empire serve as a stark reminder of the transience of power.
A ruler’s pride is his downfall, and his empire’s downfall is etched in stone.
The ruins of my kingdom serve as a haunting reminder of the fleeting nature of power.
The grandeur of my empire has been reduced to scattered fragments.
A king’s power is but a fleeting moment in the vast expanse of time.
The remnants of my empire are now a playground for the winds of time.
From a king’s throne to a king’s ruin, such is the fate of all who seek power.
The sands of time erase even the mightiest of empires.