Under the hunter’s moon
The blood pools and spoons
Around a blackened shape,
Laying motionless in the
Autumn wake;
Crinkly leaves flutter down
The winding, fall-filled path.
A leaf catches in its hair,
The rustling noise hangs there
In the crisp autumn air.
Still, lying there,
A shell
Exposed in the night’s air,
Crawls alive
From the inside:
The nightcrawlers’ feast
Is the overtaking
Of a pitiful being,
Struck down by a mob
Blindly "in the right”
As they stormed, enraged,
A tiki-torch parade,
The solitary soul
Fell on the blade
Under the hunter’s moon.
© 2024 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: O fair and radiant moon, tonight you are my muse - my love.
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It is that Halloween season and this one fits right in. Dark and suspensfull a fun read Tristan
Thank you! And such a brilliant moon last night (at least where i am) to inspire it! Really glad the poem resonated!
Bravo
Thank you 🙏
You're welcome
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