Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
there exists —
towering tall, fading fast
within the cover of dark —
a treacherous turret
where secrets scribble
in silent screams
upon the weeping walls
of the obsidian enclosure.
loopholes of light — its only exposure —
bloodstone gleam glowing,
nay, glowering faintly from them
out into the pitch pall night.
the black onyx sky hides the blight,
absorbing the sound of voices
vocalizing out of the cross-style slits
like soundless arrows of aggression
falling on Lovecraftian worshipers below.
if one would dare enter,
dare to travel inward and upward,
if one could reach the traitor’s chamber
and pull back the green wizard’s curtain,
they’d find no elder gods in the mix,
just their trust that has betrayed
and their naïveté that has waylaid them.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, April 7, 2026.
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- Comment from author about the poem: I’ve also released a new chamber tone poem, The Necromancer. You can listen or support it here: https://avensemble.bandcamp.com/track/the-necromancer ...Also,I’m now 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
- Category: Gothic
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We are our own worst enemies and we build false imaged to take our blame in the form of what we perceive as evil. Well written my friend
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