Nocturne Poem by Issac Zheng

I ain't sorrow or pity.
Watching ants of bloodthirsty,
Thickly dotted on the disgusted carrions.
A lamp lost its lucency.

Losing you, what else I would care?
You see the sun is but a dim sphere.
My numb face looking at the lonely view,
There was, lifeless and fear.

When doves aren't for peace,
I had finally remind, at least.
Those are bald eagle in the square,
Flare eyes flashing in the darkness.

I use that beautiful rhyme,
To describe my plundered love in untime.
I use that poignant words,
To portray the loss of my life-time.

Ah, the night became unclear.
That white rose for you, my dear,
It's dying in the dark surrounding.
Phantoms see through my tear.

A crow on the dead tree, strangely silence.
Things were made have been detailed hence.
This is for you, Chopin's Nocturne.
Goodnight Moon, goodnight darkness.