Dark Cerulean Crown of Ozymandias

Description

In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone, / Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws / The only shadow that the Desert knows: / "I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone, / "The King of Kings; this mighty City shows / "The wonders of my hand." The City's gone, / Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose / The site of this forgotten Babylon. / We wonder, and some Hunter may express / Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness / Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace, / He meets some fragments huge, and stops to guess / What powerful but unrecorded race / Once dwelt in that annihilated place.