Under the Hunter's Moon

Tristan Robert Lange


Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:

Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.

Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛
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.
 
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  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 18th, 2024 00:20
  • Comment from author about the poem:  O fair and radiant moon, tonight you are my muse - my love.
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  • sorenbarrett

    It is that Halloween season and this one fits right in. Dark and suspensfull a fun read Tristan

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      Thank you! And such a brilliant moon last night (at least where i am) to inspire it! Really glad the poem resonated!

    • Tony36

      Bravo



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