La Vie Est Noir Et Pur Poem by Jean Paul Perez Pacheco

In a shallow night,
an aspiring sun rose above all
conquering the once endless void
calling it it's own.
But as time flew
destiny took his toll
the once victorious sun fell
and a crescent moon set at his hollow throne.
But like everything else in its empty shell
another came in to the declare the throne it's own.
Kings and princes,
dictators and ministers,
suns and moons,
moons and suns,
they all fall to the flow of time.