Ozymandias

I met this traveler who’d been way off the map, In a place where the sun is a permanent trap. He told me he saw two massive legs made of stone, Just standing in the middle of nowhere, alone. No torso, no head, just those giant feet, Baking in the middle of the desert heat. And nearby? A face half-buried in the grit, Smashed to pieces, or at least most of it. But you could still see the look on his face, That "I’m better than you" sneer all over the place. A cold little smirk, like he’s judging the room, Even though he’s been dead since... well, I assume. The sculptor really nailed it, caught the vibe of the man, Now he’s just a broken statue sinking in the sand. Here’s the funniest part, the ultimate "fail," On the base of the statue, the words tell the tale. It says: "I’m Ozymandias, the King of all Kings, Look at my empire and all my great things! If you’re powerful and rich, you should probably despair, Because you’ll never be this great, I swear!" He wanted the world to be jealous and shook, But there’s literally nothing left for us to look. It’s like a dead YouTube channel with zero views, Or a designer brand that’s no longer news. He thought his "legacy" was a permanent flex, But time came along and just cleared the decks. No buildings, no people, no army, no crown, Just a big pile of rocks that the wind knocked down. Nothing else is there. Just the "colossal wreck," With a billion tons of sand right up to its neck. The horizon is empty, it’s flat and it’s bare, There’s no one around to even know he was there. The "mighty" can look, but they won't feel dread, They’ll just realize that eventually, we’re all just dead. Yeah, the sands stretch out forever and ever, Turns out "King of Kings" wasn't that clever. Just two stone legs in a big empty space, With a "King" who’s got sand all over his face. Absolute silence. End of the feed.