The Miserable Melody Poem by Chang Yi Huang

One day night,

the pale moon shone in heaven

twinkling with the crystal moonlight,

intensely dazzled my eyes, when I wandered along the blacktop.

On the either side of road,

the russety leaves left apart

from the rotten trees, once were their

intimate friends. And

my hair flew over at every gust,

somehow I felt something bitter

kept running down my cheek without

mercy, wetting my collar.

The sight of road was out of my focus

bit by bit.

“Why did you have to go, my sweetheart?

Can’t you get through tonight with me

once again? ”

I thought aloud with my dusty brain,

lingering to the moldering past.

The moon in the sky was still splashing

it’s cold moonlight, as pure as the fresh

water over my weary face.

“Where has all my love gone, my dear lord? ” all of a sudden

the faint whisper wafted through

the air of boredom.

Curious,

I was going for the girl

who uttered the sorrowful whisper, when my heart

throbbed with excitement inside.



At the end of street,

a girl in blue caught my eyes,

the black comforter

wrapped her frail neck tight.

The blue knitted sweater had been worn-out, although it’s exquisite designed.

I came up to her, and

sat beside her, leaning against the moldering wall.

She picked up a faded black rose handy,

Started to pick off the petals one by one,

the stony look in her eyes really

chilled me to the bone, as if

she’s the queen of the dead silence

that suffocated me out of breath.

“Have you ever known the reason

Of breath? ”

She asked me with the gloomiest air, I’ve ever heared.

I nodded my head slightly,

murmured to her how much I care to

the love, even though it’s has

past and gone.

I shed tears,

my heart inside the hot chest couldn’t resist the sense of loss

anymore, when she put her icy fingers

as cold as the frozen branch survived

after the brutal heavy snowslide

on my sweaty forehead.

“Sooner or later, love will be dead, when all the petals of my black rose has fallen.” The girl said calmly.

What a strange girl I met in the road,

who has read my mind with the mot juste,

dead,

that has etched on my heart.

Nothing else would

left me behind ever after,

when I stood up and turned away

the girl in blue.

“One, two, three, four….” She was

always counting the petals that she picked off.





There was a weird and pleasant

smile spreaded across my stony face,

the moment the last petal fell

from the faded black rose.