Tristan Robert Lange

Here

Here today where yesterday is no more,

Where life and love cough up consumption

With bloody vengeance, a settled score

Twisted perilously on blind assumption.

Who can know the blow that kills

Before the blow has been properly put?

Who can know the hurt that spills

In hearts haunted by demons afoot?

© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved. Written in 2023.