Memnon

The lone and level sands stretch far away.

I cannot look upon your stony face,

though quite why i cannot, i cannot say.

Ruler, king, this is an unfit place

for a power such as yours to be displayed.

As a stuffed animal upon the wall,

your steady eyes in the distance fixed,

a pedestal, that in its prideful gall,

had made a claim it could not hope to keep

yet served to keep the traveller transfixed.

Your works reduced to nothing while you sleep,

you stay a thousand years a souvenir,

buried in the lone and level sands so deep,

that never the impression will be near.

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