Beneath the bright corn moon,
Covered in a black sabbath void
Clouds of coverage converge—
Merging over magnificence—
To be denied by a damnable
Destiny
Dominating dreadfully,
The...
ahhh...
feeling of flesh
fragmenting,
s t r e t c h i n g,
s h r e d d i n g,
Tearing terribly with torque,
T-tr-aaaaggghhh-trapping my soul
Within a shape-shifting
Secluder,
A predator,
A night nemesis negating the natural—
Fangs fomenting fear of
Death
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s
t
r
u
c
t
i
v
e.
The howl is harrowing,
Its vibrato soul venom.
Paralysis sets in.
You feel it. So do I.
Death becomes you this night.
In a flashing forest of fur.
Look up—
If. You. Dare.
The moon’s red hue is no eclipse,
It’s your irises covered in blood.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Originally published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 9, 2025.
Tittu
September 8, 2025
East Stroudsburg, PA
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Harrowing, haunting, hair raising a poem of darkness with things that go bump in the night. It holds the feeling of fear and trepidation. Nicely penned with great experimental formatting.
Soren, thank you…harrowing and hair-raising was the goal. The experimental form was meant to shred like the creature itself, pulling the fear forward. I’m grateful you felt it all the way through. Your time, analysis and ongoing support are most appreciated, my friend. 🌕🌽🐺🩸
My pleasure Tristan
Fantastic poem. The first thing that came to mind was the first drive-in movie I remember seeing way back when, An American Werewolf in London. Not sure if that's what you were going for but that's how it reads to me.
C.W., thank you…your read is spot on. I didn’t have American Werewolf specifically in mind as I wrote, but Landis’ and Dante’s transformation scenes are etched so deep they bleed through my work. Those films shaped how I feel the beast, so to speak. 🌕🌽🐺🩸 Glad this delivered and you enjoyed!
We had a blood moon Saturday or Sunday night?
I slept through it!
Indeed, blood moon in the Southern Hemisphere, Corn Moon in the north, tried to blend them together here. The corn moon came out as soon as dark...for the blood moon, I can imagine I would have slept through it too! LOL! Thanks for the read and engagement, my friend. 🌕🌽🐺🩸
Took me three reads to crystalize the impression it left on my mind.
I felt ( I am sure quite erroneously) it depicted the visceral process of loss of innocence as we grow up. It almost drew the picture of struggle...
Yes, my friend…I leaned hard into transformation and terror, but your reflection on innocence resonates too...in fact, werewolves have long had that "coming of age"/loss of innocence angle. I am humbled you saw a deeper meaning beyond the horror, which is the beauty of art and poetry. Love the metaphor you found within this and now, it is etched in my mind. Your time, insights and fave are always appreciated! 🌕🌽🐺🩸
Content warning- going to be long and may not make any sense.
The poem went deeper for me than loss of innocence. That choice of word was not adequate. Perhaps what I saw in the poem was myself struggling to come to terms with having to become cynical for survival. I really struggled (and still do). The confusion in having to accept contradiction between general societal progress, yet the micro picture of the collateral damages. Having to accept the collateral damages as necessary for greater good- including my good.
My apologies for the rambling. Needless to say the poem did it\'s job with superlative precision.
Wow, an amazing poem, my friend. This poem explores themes of fear, mortality, and the struggle between the natural and the supernatural. It presents a vivid confrontation with death and the primal instincts that arise in the face of existential dread. It is set against the imagery of a dark, foreboding night under a full moon, where the poet experiences a transformative encounter with death, embodied as a predator. The poem evokes feelings of terror and vulnerability, highlighting the fragility of existence.
Thank you, dearest Friendship…you nailed it. This piece is meant to drag fear and mortality into the moonlight. I’m grateful for your reading and engagement, my friend! 🌕🌽🐺🩸
I thought this was gonna be about my corn - corny - jokes! lol.
Well...it is now! Doh! 🤣 You set that up and I could not help! LOL!
Boohoo! Yes, me jokes are corny, even if I say so meself. lol.
Dear, Tristan,
Honestly, I didn't try to analyse this. I really enjoyed it for what it is; a poem full of the horrors of night. Obviously you are in your element for it is brilliantly composed. If I can't sleep tonight, it's your fault.
Sweet dreams?
Tony.
Appreciate that, Tony…the horrors of night are exactly the playground I wanted this piece to live in. If it keeps you up...do let me know. Job done! 😜 🌕🌽🐺🩸 Thanks again, my dear friend!
Tristan this gave me goosebumps, I also took loads of photos but here in Italy I saw the eclipse but not the red moon. 🌹
Yay on the goosebumps! Score! 🤣 Up and over here, we saw a large full, bright, slightly golden moon. Love lunar eclipses...and the blood moon must have been wow! Tried to capture the two together in this poem (and then some 😱) and I am so glad it delivered on the goosebumps. Things that go bump, or howl, in the night! Thank you again, dearest Teddy! 🌕🌽🐺🩸
You're our dark master 🤣
That's a pretty sweet photo! I love the way you experiment with shape and form. There's always something most haunting from nature...
A great write, love the way its laid out on the page.
Powerful imagery.
I absolutely love this poem — it resonated with me on such a deep level. The atmosphere, the raw emotion, the haunting transformation… it all comes together in such a powerful, unforgettable way. The final lines especially gave me chills — that twist with the blood-red moon being your own eyes is just brilliant. This isn’t just a poem; it feels like a dark myth or a vivid nightmare come to life. Truly unforgettable. Very well written dearest Tittu 🌹❤️ A fave for sure!!!!
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