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Read, Write, Rise, Realize.
—Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Away on a retreat and will have limited access to the internet. In the meantime, check out my work here or on tristanrobertlange.com. Would you like a copy of my latest album, Dark Alchemy? DM me and I will be glad to share a free copy with you as long as codes last.
Read, Write, Rise, Realize.
—Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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
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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
Soren, I appreciate this…that idea of us putting things outside ourselves instead of facing what’s within…yeah, that lands. I’m glad you went there with it, my friend. 🌑🏰🕯️🙏
You are most welcome Tristan
Further into depths of nuttiness.... it's a place where no-one dares to approach without ear-plugs. For one lives there, we knows him. The name of the place is Glug Towers. lol.
Yes...but instead of gold escalators, we have glug______? Glug what? WCAT!
So very powerful, sound and imagery enriched. Love your last lines. 🌹
Thank you dearest Teddy, I really appreciate this…glad the imagery held and especially that those last lines stayed with you. They were the first lines that came to me as I was writing this poem...so that’s where it all comes together for me. Thank you again, my friend. 🌑🏰🕯️🙏
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Katie, I appreciate this. It’s about how we get pulled into things that seem bigger or more powerful than they are…people, institutions, even parts of ourselves…only to find out what we trusted doesn’t hold. In some ways, it’s like we betray ourselves every time we too easily place that trust. That’s what those last lines are pointing to. I’m glad it landed with you, my friend. 🌑🏰🕯️🙏
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