The gates of Hell opened wide.

Six million souls stepped inside.

Beaten. Shot. Starved to death.

The words of God still on their breath.

Screams of anguish.Cries of pain.

Abhorrent laughter of the insane.

Mother's beg.Their babies moan.

They smell charred flesh and smoldering bone.

Cords of bodies in a row.

Frozen corps in the snow.

Gas clouds creep across the floors.

Hinges creek on oven doors.

Idle boxcars sit on tracks.

Inside lie bodies, in gruesome stacks.

The S.S. soldiers earn there pay.

They stoke the furnaces nite and day.

To the insidious cruelity

Of a madmans hate.

Six million Jews met there fate.

Remember them! Remember well!

Those souls who entered

The gates of Hell.

The passage of time, betrayed by the age in my eyes;

Imbued wisdom now replaces the follies of youth.

The storms on the sea of life have taken their toll;

And in their wake, a resemblance of truth;

The taste of innocence, long forgotten on my tongue;

Replaced now with the flavor of knowledge.

Vanity crept in somewhere along the way;

A validity I  was unwilling to acknowledge.

Night is in order. But twilight is a reluctant malcontent.

It wishes to linger, and tarry in the fray.

Alas, nothing has an alliance with time;

And soon, it will relinquish the light it holds so dearly;

And night will have its way.

Bluish green. Crimson red.

Pinks and royal blue.

The flowers of the meadows

Take on a rainbow's hue.

As if of silken fabric

The Lilly's gently sway.

The beauty of all nature

Alive and on display.

Over meadows deep and lush

Majestic clouds drift by.

Billowing forms of flowing grace

That linger in the sky.

Gently blows a summer breeze

So soothing on the skin

Rousing a serenity

That comes from deep within.