Empires come, empires go.
What seems indestructible, fails,
And crumbles to nothing.
Horror upon horror,
Massacre follows massacre,
Yet somehow good survives.
Aeon follows aeon,
Darkness may seem eternal
But always the light returns.
The unjust appear to triumph
The good trampled under their feet
But Love endures beyond all.
Reflections on life in Poetry and Prose. 