The silence echoed in the darkness
As the long day drew to a close.
Non existent is the birdsong
Lost many long years ago.
Slowly and steadily
Moving from one vision to the other,
The group saw for the first time
The horrors of the past-
Emptiness in the hallways
Death replacing the oxygen.
As the air became no longer breathable,
And sadness overcame the shock;
The first tears fell.
Realisation was suddenly present.
Waves of emotion flowed
As each person broke under disbelief.
The tears ran freely as it was discovered in turn
The magic, which had bestowed it?s self
On this place of pain.
But the magic is not that of the fairy kind;
It is as black as the coffins burnt among the souls.
Each candle flickering in the shadows,
Represents the hundreds and thousands
Cast from the wheel
Turned by one crazy man.
To all those who lost their lives at Auschwitz.
May your silence be heard.