Post by ko on Jun 9, 2009 8:24:23 GMT -5
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".
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".
Two glimmers of pale green shone in the morning darkness; these were the eyes of a lion. The night was dying - it was still black out, but anybeast with sense could tell that in a matter of minutes, it would begin to bleed a red and orange colour, that would give way to blue skies. Sure enough, as the behemoth male turned his head to look at the distant mountains, a tiny line of red could be seen; this was the coming sun. Sighing in content, Faroar continiued his slow, kingly gait towards the multitude of shady trees. This territoy was unclaimed, a blind lion could tell that. There were no male or female scents, just that of the prey, which seemed to be quite abdundant around here. Grinning, the white-furred male blinked his green eyes once in the growing light. If this place was unclaimed, he himself would take it. The male was still young; he was a good fighter, and he would be an even better leader. The place had everything one would need for a pride; a fresh river, flowing fast and cool; leafy green trees, perfect for protection against the midday sun's rays; large caves, suitable for many lionesses; and prey. So much prey! They wouldn't need to save meat, like he was used to in his drough-ridden homelands.
Smiling a soft, nostalgic smile, Faroar settled under the largest tree; it was the highest up, also, and it looked down upon the rest of the land. The tree here was on a hill, and surrounded by rocks, great for cubs who were playing hiding games. Old ruins surrounded the place; ruins, perhaps, made by man, or maybe just by nature itself; whichever the case, Faroar crossed his paws, and waited for the sun to rise - the sun would, with good luck, bring a new era.
[/sub][/left]Smiling a soft, nostalgic smile, Faroar settled under the largest tree; it was the highest up, also, and it looked down upon the rest of the land. The tree here was on a hill, and surrounded by rocks, great for cubs who were playing hiding games. Old ruins surrounded the place; ruins, perhaps, made by man, or maybe just by nature itself; whichever the case, Faroar crossed his paws, and waited for the sun to rise - the sun would, with good luck, bring a new era.