The poem of Ozymandius to my weird rat cultist guy [Vice President Artisol.]
[link to a reading of the poem. audio length: one minute, ten seconds. I recommend you listen to it, it’s a fantastic reading.]
Transcript:
I met a traveller from an antique land, who said:
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown and wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command tell that its sculptor well those passions read , which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things. The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. ‘Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, the lone and level sands stretch far away.
art dumping some old stuff [mostly OCs] because I realized I never post art on here
a lot of this is from a WHILE ago.
[also I have an animation YouTube channel, but it’s all OCs and I haven’t posted in a while. check it out though it’s swag I suppose] [IF YOU CHECK IT OUT, ALL MY STUFF IS IN SHORTS!!!!]