Always there in his head that violin still played
over and over again so clear
a deep thought that always made him smile
the one good memory
sitting alone deep within himself never spoke
not for years the spirit broke!
Could not tell anyone about those nightmares
existing in the ghettos
fear and degradation treated as sub-human
trapped like ship rats
because of the origins of their birth heritage
a whole block a squalid cage!
What kept him and others going the playing
of that lone violin
by an incredible elderly man who never tired
gave them all a little hope
yet amongst the growing brutal treatment
a malevolent entity present!
Down in the cellars were not only vermin
freely scurrying unhindered
there was an abhorrent entity embedded
within the rotting fabric
an unspoken dread they could not escape
evil without a shape!
He was sure there was no written records
the soldiers did not care
if any disappeared they loathed his kind
it meant less to guard
as far as he could remember one survived
only his life was not deprived!
He had tried to block out the day he entered
those cellars the first time
persuaded by his friends as fun to explore
even then had that dread
an even darker evil lay in wait for its prey
ready for them to slay!
It had started well the thrill of the adventure
to take their minds off
the persecution of them and their families
in the squalid surroundings
they were forced to endure being no life at all
preferring in the rubble to crawl!
He could also still hear their terrified screams
the violin music muffled it
deeper into the darkness just one candle to see
he had taken from his parents
why had it happened he always in his thought
so often the answer sought!
He saw the shape in the corner heard the growl
froze as the others carried on
surely they must have at least heard that sound
why had he not warned them
petrified he surmised thinking back all that time
had he caused an unforgivable crime!
When he could find the courage saw the shadow
grow so large and engulfed
all his precious friends he considered as family
their struggling and yelling quelled
chasing after the moving blackness was repelled
by the monster here dwelled!
Part of the roof fell just managed to stagger away
hurt remembered shouting
for others to come down and save all his mates
then felt himself being pulled back
but scrabbled to the street and saw on his arm
marks of the beast that did the harm!
None were ever found never told them the truth
physically healed forever scared
but within his mind hell was above and below him
the violin sustained his existence
until the soldiers took him forced onto a lorry
no more music deeply sorry!
Today alone in the elderly persons nursing home
his relatives perished in the war
still scared of the dark and every shadow he saw
expecting to be swallowed by the beast
in a world of misery waited for his dying day
listening to that violin play!
The Foureyed Poet.
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