As we were dragged through the grimy galley, I glimpsed upon the last of the dying bright that was life.
It shone down, illuminating the animals with the red patches, guarding my stolen future, with but some guns and a gated wall.
I knew that he was beyond the wall, beyond the army drab, safe back home. If only he could’ve known of what will come of my fate, for it is that of the departed.
Oh, Yahweh, give me strength, for I love him with richest longing and desire. A large iron door lay in our path, emanating waves of cold injustice. I hear the anguished cries of a babe.
The final wail, a cling to the last human emotion in an inhuman den of fiends. A yell came from one of the animals, “schießen das Kind! Jetzt!”.
Then, a crashing split and crunch, then nothing; only the the creaking squeal of a gateway for the broken hearted.
Beyond these iron gavels, I saw his face, his warm brown eyes and black, curled locks hanging from his full head of bashful faith.
I knew as we were muzzled into the chamber which lay ahead that this sight would be last and sweetest one that I would have left.
The swing and crash of the door only told of the sorrow inside my yearning chest. Then it started. A noise from the gramophone in the corner. It was music; Strauss. Tales from the vienna woods.
Then came a gas of deepest green. Oh, the gas! What a wonderful waltz for such a decorous dance, the waltz of the dead and dying.
I flowed across the body-strewn, slime-covered ballroom floor to the one-two-three of moaning and screaming.
Feeling the end, I held him in my arms, slowly lulling off, past the walls and brutes, past the guns and swastikas and fürer and all. I am with you now Romeo; I am saved.