Tristan Robert Lange
The Obscuration of Salvation
Devil? Or was it human?
Evil came in shades of sky and rock.
Villains villify—death were the dastardly days
I sit atop a crop of rocks,
Looking up at a round little hill.
Salvation fell silent to sanguine explosion;
Death was, still is, the devil’s detail.
Even at a sharpshooter’s distance,
Nightfire forever obscures the way.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Originally published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 2, 2025.
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