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It's the mite of nurgle.
He seems to have a more... artistic mind? (*shrugs*) then the norm.
Flowery text, admittedly nice looking screenshots, stuff like this, its all the norm for his posts.
I suggest either rolling with it (post some flowery text and screenshots of your own) or ignoring it :D.
of course he is...
you would been too if you spent as much time as he did in Nurgle fumes.
Nice one for recognising Shelley’s Poetry and Prose (1977)
first thing you find on google by searching Ozymandias.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46565/ozymandias
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveller to the shore,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=3049202031
https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=3026166543
The fun thing about this poem is that Shelly has never seen the statue he speaks of with his own eyes (it came to the british museum after he relocated to Italy), and that he had never been to Egypt (or else he would have known that the temple he speaks of is surrounded by greenery, not the desert). Even better, the head was not associated with Ramesses II. (Ozymandias), but with Memnon at the time of writing.
A such, the poem is a strange take on the accounts of Diodorus, spiced with a plethora of romantic clichés about ruins and the downfall of great nations. Still, a quite atmospheric read.
Youy sir, win the internet for today - take my points