April 8th, Entropy: Angel With Broken Hand Todays challenge was taken at Glenwood Cemetery and is intended to be reminiscent of Shelley's poem Ozymandias, about the sculpture memorializing the king that had crumbled in the desert. Eventually, even the monuments and memorials scumb to entropy.
“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.”
“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.”
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