Ozymandias, by Percy Bysshe Shelley, published in 1818
OZYMANDIAS
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.
This video was done for the "make me a video" project introduced to me by TemoinsGirl in http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=88d9Ru...
The word for this video was "Power"
My word for YOU: "Life"
Good luck
