Gates of Death

This is a poem that I have written about from the book "Night" by Elie Wiesel. "I am the way to your death I am the way to never ending night I am the way to eternal sleep Behind my doors the air will smell of your flesh You will feel the burn of my flames upon your skin You will hear the screams of death beckoning to you You will taste rotten flesh in the air You will watch as loved ones slip into darkness Choose how long you live or end your life now Choose your death: by gasing or be shot Make friends or choose survival How long can your mind go untouched May you be hanged by my gallows Burn in my chimneys and turn to ashes Die of sickness or starvation Enter my thresh hold and abandon all life Welcome, to my gates of death"