Built upon tractless legs of stone, with muscle – bound in flesh and wrapped in skin.
Mind vast and calculating, softened with what is “right in the eye of a beholder,”
Building legacy without proof, only spine and memory to show for it.
Walking the forests of the coast, conifers and rocky shores, pretending it to be a vast desert,
Of the “Exotic East,” empire building to save the world,
Yet hungering for power to change it for the better.
Yet at the end, a legacy is lost, wandering the sea-spray wiles,
The words I have written are bits and pieces of a past I have scrawled,
Upon the minds and lives of others.
And yet I, titled; Titan, Monster, Demon, have failed to leave a lasting thing,
My empire is ash in the wind, never brought to fruition, never given life,
As worthless as two enormous legs of stone, half buried in the sand.
Look upon my works, ye mighty.
Wonder.
