I remember those nights,
When day never came even
 if the sun was as light as Apollo's chariot,
That hell they dared to give a human name, Auschwitz,
Made my life almost completely midnight.

I remember those nights.
When the mere torture of existing drove like a stake through my heart
and a whip to my soul.
I was blinded from dawn by the hatred, agony, disease, starvation, death,
and rage around me.

I remember those nights.
I saw the dying, with the eyes as haunting the the sight of an execution
that begged for a the least bit of water.
I saw the innocent, as they were paraded off to be hung
for the offense of defying Satan.
I saw the families as they were torn apart like pieces of paper scattered in
the wind forever.

I remember those nights.
It seemed like the array of God's canvas would never show in the east again.
The Nazis had blindfolded me and covered the dawn.
They had deprived me of the light, but the blindfold was not foolproof.
They did not cover the stars or Diana's face.

I remember those nights,
When my only comfort was the lunar light of my family helping me through,
and the star of my faith, even if it was a faint twinkle.
I remember that soft, compelling light that helped me to persevere.

I remember those nights,
When all my comrades' lights around me began to dim.
As the selection process robbed them of their humanity, as a thief robs one of
their jewels.
I saw those bodies burned in the crematoriums, as horrendous
as the burning of the synagogue.

I remember that twilight,
That appeared when I was liberated, like a suffocating caged animal
I was released.
But I remember those nights.

I believe that the book is titled Night because it is a metaphor for the psychological, verbal, and physical harm that Elie Wiesel experienced during the Holocaust.