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.
Devil? Or was it human?
Evil came in shades of sky and rock.
Villains villify—death were the dastardly days.
I sit atop a crop of rocks,
Looking up at a round little hill.
Salvation fell silent to sanguine explosion;
Death was, still is, the devil’s detail.
Even at a sharpshooter’s distance,
Nightfire forever obscures the way.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Poet’s Note:
Written atop Devil’s Den in Gettysburg National Military Park, Gettysburg, PA.
Sadly, the evil conflict on those sacred blood soaked fields of Devil’s Den, Little Round Top, Culp’s Hill and Cemetery Ridge, and those of Bull Run, Antietam, Shilo, Chancellorsville and countless others before them and since, is still played out in our political divisiveness today. What in 1863 was emerging as a battle for our national identity to eradicate and repent for our original sin of slavery revisits us today in the forms of class based racial exploitation and degradation, anti-immigrant hatred, and denying the truth of the evil at the center of our national soul. Blessings for all those who have sacrificed their lives in the cause of liberty and Justice in every generation.
Indeed. Thank you for your very astute historical and societal reflection, my friend. Much appreciated and certainly adds to the context. Thanks again!
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You are most welcome, John, grateful for your read. Devil’s Den really conveys that when one is there…haunting ground, haunting truth. Beautifully said, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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