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. 🤘💀🖤
From whence the water flows
Chaotic dreams bring endless woes,
Whilst clouds form a darkened gray,
Overcasting the gaiety of day.
The dimmed, unnatural light
Renders the appearance of night.
A storm races toward the shore;
For sanctuary, none can implore.
A shadowy tower stands alone,
Its battlements like broken bone,
Aloof and foreboding in its decay
Appears an odious place to stray.
For none hither from there do go,
But the wretched beasts of ancient woe
Whose station in life is beset
Upon the carrion left desolate.
Lifeless it stands perched on high,
Its presence seems ever too nigh.
Wanton malevolence now emanates
Forth from the tower's foreboding gates.
From yonder way it can be seen,
A light so rank, with horrid gleam.
Still within its decrepit walls,
A devil walks those cursed halls.
A necromancer—a daemon be he—
He conjures up his ghastly plea.
Tormented spirits of years gone past,
Fill their shells to the very last.
"Arise from thy earthen sleep,"
Cries the sorcerer within his keep.
"Arise, Old Ones! Harken ye all,
To the design of my exigent call!"
From beneath the earth all around,
Re-animating with a hideous sound,
Ascends a legion of cadaverous coils
Most dedicated to their evil moil.
"Awaken to your master's delight,
Lumber toward humanity's plight."
The aged villain, arms in the air,
Spouts incantation, his malice bare.
The army begins its march of death,
Corrupting the air with odorous breath.
The ghouls lumbering in rotten shells,
Bring forth to the earth an unearthly hell.
© 2017 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved. Written circa 2011.
Tittu
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This one was a fun to write. Perhaps the Poe influence coming out in me.
- Category: Gothic
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Comments2
This is so bloody good
I absolutely love it
Very descriptive
Flows wonderfully well
And a great story to boot.
Well done !!!
Thank you so much!
I learned some new words reading this one. It particularly succeeds in the tone and atmosphere! The use of words and your archaic stylings are not too dissimilar from my own, and that congeniality may be why I enjoyed it as much, but credit where it is due. It's well written and engaging to read through. Greatly enjoyed it! Thank you for uploading it.
Thank you so much!!!
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