In Retrospect, Ozymandias
He wasn't vast. Actually,
When he was a child, the older kids would
Tease him for his skinny legs, and small feet.
"Girl feet" they called him.
"Oh Ozzie," she'd sigh, followed
by a laugh, and pulling him back to her.
"You really think you can be a King?"
She'd rub his forehead, rubbing the wrinkles away,
She called it. "We don't want your face to crack!"
"Despair!" He screamed voice cracking. ''I will
not despair!" Collapsed on the floor, he'd breathe
heavily. Mouth trembling. Voice whispering.
"They will remember my name."
Sands stretching lone and bare, Watching
Himself being built. Thinking of those who had
doubted. "This is what you will put on the
pedestal." The sculptor does not look up, working on
the mortal statue that the King of kings believes will stand.
A/N: This is based off of Percy Bysshe Shelley's sonnet "Ozymandias". I attempted to incorporate allusions of his poems into mine. Try to see if you can find them all. My style in this poem is also partly inspired by the style in Katharyn Machan's "Leda's Sister and the Geese". Kind of. So, what do you think?