Tristan Robert Lange

Poet | Mystic | Existential Voice | Human with a haunted halo

Tristan Robert Lange is a poet whose work blends existential depth, gothic imagery, and spiritual subtext. This site is home to their published poems, reflections, and creative journey.

The Withered Garden

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A desolate orchard in late autumn or winter, with bare, twisted trees rising over rotting apples scattered on the ground. Among the fruit, withered orange-red flowers cling to the earth, symbolizing decay and transience. The muted, cold light enhances the gothic, melancholic mood.
Image: AI-generated using Adobe Firefly and modified by the author; Poetry: written by Tristan Robert Lange, Human-authored.

I wish there was life
In this withered garden;
The flowers and hedges
No longer lay in bloom.

What fruit has fallen
Lies half eaten—dying—
Rotten are those succulent
Savory fruits once enjoyed.

Seedless and ever barren,
It is forever winter here.
The once sacred garden
Is now profane and exposed.

No more is it my sanctuary,
It lies useless and ruined.
Its warmth is now the frigid
Cold agony of a tomb.

2017 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Originally published on MyPoeticSide.com, January 16, 2017.

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