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// 20. Queen of Foals (Fausticorn poetry) 
// Story: The Twilight Zone 
// by Bad Horse 
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A Story in Stones, by lysok


I met a traveller from an antique land, 
Who said—Four vast and trunkless legs of stone 
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, 
Half sunk a shattered visage lies alone,
Whose gentle smile, and hint of knowing wink, 
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read 
Which yet spring forth, passed on through pen and ink,
In every lowly village in that land;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
“Let this statue sink into the sand,
Let desert zephyrs scour these scribings bare,
If my dreams still peek from eyes of foals,
Then what for stone or statue should I care?
I spent my years on small and foolish things,
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”