fall is death’s season—
irrevocable reason—
memento mori.
veiled—even shrouded,
hidden beneath dusty old cloth—
death still will not hide.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, October 17, 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
Also coming:
Tristan Robert Lange's
Annabel Lee
An original tone poem, inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s celebrated poem,
for chamber ensemble composed by Tristan Robert Lange.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Offline) - Published: October 17th, 2026 05:46
- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by Haiku Horror Writing Prompt #1908, #fleshless. A paired haiku and senryu exploring mortality. Part of The Thinking Dark collection. Image: AI-generated using DALL-E and modified by the author; Poetry: written by Tristan Robert Lange, Human-authored.
- Category: Haiku
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- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Salvia.S, Kevin Hulme, Teddy.15, Fränz Müller
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Seasonal and clever this combination of the two is a dark dive into life and death. Nicely done Tristan it is quite a feat to find a word with so many syllables in a senryu. Loved it
Haha! Soren, I do enjoy giving myself a challenge! Sometimes finding the right word is half the battle...especially when you're counting syllables on your fingers! 😂 Much appreciated, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
You are very welcome Tristan
Love the logic here, the more you shroud death, the more you confirm it. Fall doesn't hide the death, it is the veil. Very well written dearest Tittu ❤️ A fave 🌹
Thank you so much, Salvia! I really appreciate the love and the fave! I'm delighted you enjoyed this little experiment, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Like it. Autumn or Fall is a Dark, Miserable time of year. The Years nearly over, the Credits about to Roll , and those Early Nights will now descend.
Good Write.
Thanks, Kevin! I hear you! As someone who suffers from SAD, this time of year can be particularly rough. Appreciate you reading, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Sorry to hear about your SAD. 👍
well written piece, death is the certainty
Thanks, Norman! And yet we humans spend an extraordinary amount of time pretending otherwise! LOL! Appreciate you, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most welcome friend
Hello, Tristan,
The autuminal reaper casts its mists of death with neither let nor hinder, faceless and still in plain sight, the soul knows. Two powerfull snippets of verse.
Fond regards,
Tony.
Thank you kindly, Tony! Always a pleasure hearing from you, and I'm delighted you enjoyed these two little pieces. Warmest regards, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Very dark Indeed, and under the ash they still find remains. Ghastly and very clever. 🌹
Ah, Teddy! Between your forensic observations and my morbid imagination, we'd probably make a CSI team nobody would want investigating their house! Bwahaha! Always appreciate you, my dear! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Mulder and scully lol 🤣
The transition into the sign of scorpio is becoming noticeable !
LOL! Lorenz, between Scorpio season and Halloween, I suppose I couldn't have picked a better time to indulge my macabre tendencies! Thanks for reading, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
What is Fall? = Autumn in the UK!
Is that Popeye in disguise, in some old dusty mask?
Argh! Monday approaching again. lol.
Arghhh! Orchi, somebody tell Popeye that disguises won't get him out of Monday's WCAT broadcast! Ol' Tom has already booked him for a live interview! What’s it on? WCAT of course! BAHAHA! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Excellent!
Thanks, Fränz! I'll take that as a thumbs-up from the dark side! LOL! Much appreciated! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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