This poem is about the ruins of a colossal statue discovered in the desert, once depicting the Egyptian Pharaoh Ozymandias. The statue is now in decay, with only fragmented legs and a shattered face remaining. An inscription on the pedestal proclaims "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" However, nothing else remains around the statue but the lone and level sands stretching into the distance, illustrating how the Pharaoh's boasted power and legacy have been reduced to nothing by the passage of time. The poem reflects on the fleeting nature of even the greatest human achievements and empires in the face of inevitable ruin.