Ozymandias (My favorite poem) by Percy Bysshe Shelley

"And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'"
~Percy Bysshe Shelley

Monday, May 30, 2011

Through the Eye of the Beholder

Bats fly as dark flitty shadows, zig-zaging through the light cobalt sky, dancing a hectic ballet with the gently spastic lights of the lightning bugs.  
Light yellowed leaves cascaded down from the shadows.  The unnatural glow adding layers to the already sultry vines as they hung in ever peaceful silence.
Branches of a great pine tree feathered into a point, reaching into the dusk blue sky.
The coal blue backdrop turned the trees to dark silhouettes, gently rustling under a gust of wind.
Streaks of light from the city shot across the darkening sky as tiny points of light blinked their way into sight and winked at passers by.
While the brightest stars dotted the sky in a pattern of the heavens, three distant stars faintly glinted together in a train, as if to offer a trip through space to dreamers. 

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