I am a man amongst but men.
dearth of viles that tread the hubris of but my foil.
trials and tribulations of mine, are but ubiquitous to My realm.
within I the Virtues effervescent, ever present, etched beyond this mortal coil.
                   Eyes see shuffles of fools shuffling, huddling, meddling, hitering and withering!
quivering in insipid hoards, fatigue lay waste to their bereft souls!
I gaze upon above, there is -- cannot be -- no hope
                                    ; but below they implore -- to no doubt escape my scorn?
                     -- YES! -- for I AM Ozymandias! king of kings!
                                                                                                         look upon my works ye and despair! Nothing beside remains.
          for besides was, yet can nevermore be great -- laid for waste by the sands, escapes of which not men, but a haze!  
                                                                                            ...yet i shall stand ***** -- above -- above all the rest?
declared have i this mortal coil shall not wither -- n'er shuffle, nor huddle -- like men thither?
for my virtues are... ineffaced through numerous toils?
or is my perseverance akin to, YE, oh foil?
surely Y'er vile and decrepit fate, cannot subject upon me its gaze?
                                                                                                    perchance? oh how that would -- not -- be deranged!
for I AM Ozymandias...


                                             ...yet I am -- but -- a man amongst men -- who escaped Ozymandias, within the sand