Dead Stars

The stars were only sparks of the fire.

Mercy! Oh, that fire!

Do you see those flames?

Surely it was all a nightmare.

 

Wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky.

Those flames consumed my faith forever.

The antechambers of Hell

Murdered my God and my soul.

 

The silence grew oppressive.

No one dared to raise his voice.

Never shall I forget that nocturnal silence.

Damned souls wandering through space.

 

Yet another last night,

But I could not sleep.

The sun was setting in the west.

Sleep had fled from my eyes.

 

Everyone was weeping,

Tense, burning eyes.

Nothing left in the sky but dead stars,

Dead eyes.

 

[A "found poem" based on Elie Viesel's Night]

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