Tristan Robert Lange
Strange Horizon
Fall leaves crackling.
A large bonfire is raging.
Heat emanates forth.
The night air is crisp.
Autumn apples are bobbed for.
Harder than it looks.
Harvest moon alight,
Magic fills the nighttime sky.
Feel the nostalgia.
Darkness is a hug;
Yet the fiery flames singe
It off like a bug.
The autumn air chills the bone.
The wind makes for ghostly moans.
In the stark darkness came a change.
Sunlight cracked o’er the thin skyline—
The night’s reversal rather strange—
Not the way things used to arrange.
The backwards motion not divine—
In the stark darkness came a change—
Like life and death made an exchange,
And stars in the cosmos malign.
The night’s reversal rather strange—
When did the cosmic mind derange?—
Have we become so weak—supine?—
In the stark darkness came the change.
The light scorches like a stove range,
It burns, blisters, but does not shine—
The night’s reversal more than strange—
Like a fire razing a grange,
My blood steams like a boiling wine—
In the stark darkness came the change,
The night’s reversal—death so strange.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, October 1, 2025.
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