the bone ball

Tristan Robert Lange



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.
 
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Coming this Macabre Monday:
DEVILISHLY DREADFUL
The Wild Kids of America; or,
The Children of Fright
on October 19, 2026
  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 16th, 2026 08:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: Part of the Darklings collection. Image: AI-generated using DALL-E and modified by the author; Poetry: written by Tristan Robert Lange, Human-authored.
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Paul Bell, Teddy.15, Friendship, Salvia.S
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  • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

    wonderfully dark my friend

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      Thanks so much, Norman! You know I can't resist a little darkness, especially when there's music involved! LOL! Glad you enjoyed it, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

      • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

        very much did

      • sorenbarrett

        Good one Tristan I remember well in dance there is a move that is called the death drop. Shake those bones. A fun read my friend

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          Oh, Soren! 😂 Now I'm imagining an entire cemetery attempting the death drop in perfect synchronization. The undertaker would have one hell of a cleanup job in the morning! Thanks for the laugh, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

          • sorenbarrett

            Always a pleasure Tristan

          • orchidee

            I'm dreading Mondays. lol.
            And now my poem: 'The curse of the Were-Sailor (pronounce as 'where' as in sense of 'Werewolf'), Popeyeus, featuring spinach' - of course! lol.
            And Ol' Tom's and Obi's antics are pretty scary too!

            • Tristan Robert Lange

              Oh, Orchi, you should be dreading Mondays! LOL! Though I suspect the Were-Sailor is considerably less dangerous than Ol\' Tom attempting to navigate a ship after three glasses of yarn-aged (Spinach) rum! 😂 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

            • Paul Bell

              Dem bones, dem bones on the dance floor, it's a ballroom blitz.
              Death on the dance floor, Paul has flipped.

              • Tristan Robert Lange

                LOL! Paul, you've officially danced yourself right into the madness! 😂 I suspect the undertaker will be charging you admission to your own funeral at this rate! Thanks for the laugh, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

              • Teddy.15

                Every weight-watchers dream! Love it! 🌹

                • Tristan Robert Lange

                  Teddy, you've discovered the ultimate weight-loss scheme! 😂 No calories, no scales, and absolutely no chance of gaining it back! The Grim Reaper's going to make a fortune in gym memberships! LOL! Thanks, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                  • Teddy.15

                    LOL as you can see I'm in a silly mood these days I couldn't resist, I'll send them some of my bread 🍞

                  • Friendship

                    I enjoy your humor. Your poem conveys a sense of unity among the dead ("we skeletons all belong"), implying that death is a shared experience that connects all beings.

                  • Tony Grannell

                    Good day, Tristan,

                    A rave in the charnel house - shake, rattle and bones, a noisy lot. You're in the groove, my friend.

                    Fond regards,

                    Tony.



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