Jonah Complex

Dead men die
Forever unfulfilled
But not you and I
Disgruntled by legacy tranquil
So you slapped the page
And watched it went red
Then stuck my pen on it
Ink splattering
Like mindless spasms
As I rang the bell
Drawing sacred wisdom
Dawn into existence
Capturing intricate beauty
By thorough thoughts persistent
Relentless but by time
Halted as Ozymandias