Author Sir William Watson The seafowl build in wrinkles of my face. Ages ere man was, man was mocked by me.Kings fall, gods die, worlds crash. At my throne's base, In showers of bright white thunder, breaks the sea. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments