Rise of the Dragon Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

The need to dive deep and descend to the summit—

To reach the peak inversion—

Is never to be understood by disassociative dullards.

The langauge of light is leaven—

A yeast that expands and rises as it consumes—

The bread made is light, fluffy and filled

With air pockets of cavernous darkness.

This is the body—

Physical, present, bulky—

Easy to bite into, chew.

Swallow.

The darkness is consumed with the light,

Snuffed out in an esohpageal enclosure,

A boa constrictor with an antimatter mouth—

Tyrannical is the throat of transfixion.

To dive deep,

To climb the descent of death—

To stare at the singualrity within

As it swallows light and shadows—

Is to face reality with the roar of a dragon.

To defeat the darkness

One must find the light from within,

Fire it up, let it swell,

And release it with relish.

Burn, baby, burn!

Scorch the dark skies to ashen clouds—

Watch them blow away—

The dragon rises and is here to stay.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, February 27, 2026.

Tittu

Author: Tristan Robert Lange ( Offline)
Published: February 27th, 2026 09:53
Comment from author about the poem: I’m published in an anthology featuring authors from across the Poconos, PA. All proceeds benefit the Pocono Liars Club — a collective of authors and editors dedicated to supporting and mentoring local writers. Available in paperback and Kindle, please consider purchasing one and supporting a great cause. https://a.co/d/58uxM69
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