Time, on a chessboard

Time can make the existing non-existent.
Of the young, a wilted flower.
Of he sweetness of life, a sour and unbearable taste.
A colorful landscape, it colorless.

Breath of life, reduced to just a simple silence and last breath.
Damn time, deteriorates everything.
sits high, to see the mortals
when their hearts stop beating, leading every soul into nothingness.

We are just chess pieces, placed on the board of life.
where each move is marked by time, expert in the art of checkmate.