Sitar siren song,
Weave your spell—
Hypnotic—
The trance sets in.
Shed my skin—
No longer shamed
By sin—
Notes and time
twang into one—
No reality but Brahman.
The haze burns off
The bright sun.
Nightfall rises
Upon us all.
Shadow souls shifted—
Illusion has been lifted,
Deceit is on the run;
And the music—
Never done.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, January 12, 2026.
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: Some of you already heard this when I soft-released it here and shared the lyrics back in October 2025. Necromancy Sublime is now officially out and available on all major (and most minor) streaming platforms. This is part of Dark Alchemy, my forthcoming album under the project name TragicLife. Listen wherever you stream: https://open.spotify.com/track/1hq7j8OZjye2P3zATczSWT?si=76c3f8a716e64ce3
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Comments2
Never done? Never finished, says..... we knows 'em, P & Co. Never finished what? Don't answer that! lol.
If it was here in October saw it. A seductive siren is always welcome. A fun read Tristan who would not shed their skin for a siren?
Me.
Well there are some
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