I travelled far and met a girl who said
she’d seen a ruined statue in the sand.
Two broken legs, a disembodied head,
the avatar of some abandoned land.
The face a mask of cruelty and distain,
the wrinkled lip and disaffected frown,
all well reflected how he chose to reign –
a total bastard known the world around.
And on his plaque, the words were written thus:
My name is Ozzy; I’ve achieved it all!
Check out my awesome castle and the rest
but not one brick survives – no city walls –
just ravaged marble, shattered and alone,
picked clean and bleached like long-forgotten bones.
LM
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