you said skeletons couldn’t dance
yet i put you all in my dark song—
spun it around—you’re in a trance
macabre with a pallroom throng,
because death is the only stance
in which we skeletons all belong.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, October 16, 2026.
Tittu
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Coming this Macabre Monday:
DEVILISHLY DREADFUL
The Wild Kids of America; or,
The Children of Fright
on October 19, 2026
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wonderfully dark my friend
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