Tristan Robert Lange

Bed of My Beloved

It feels forever since love shared;

It feels forever since you cared.

It is so dark in this abode;

Wake left in the lie that you cared.

Our bed is ice—so very cold—

A witness that never you cared.

Heaven told—the truth is so harsh—

That’s why I’m here, as if you cared.

You are so cold within my arms;

Rigor mortis says that you cared.

Locked in lover’s necrotic fate,

I gave you arsenic—you cared.

Your pale, blackening face—dead weight—

I wish I could forget you cared.

Your ghastly ghost glares with green glow,

Your moan chills my soul—yes!—you cared!

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, October 9, 2025.

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