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.

Corpses Climb

Feb 16, 2026

· Poem

A dark cavern wall filled with skeletal figures climbing upward through cracks in stone. Orange firelight glows from below while cold blue light shines from above. Ash and debris scatter across the ground in a haunting, industrial-gothic scene. — Image: AI-generated using DALL-E and modified by the author; Poetry: written by Tristan Robert Lange, Human-authored.

One, two, three, four, five, six stictches
Sewing up the lips of ditches;
Moths rolled in balls and put to flame,
Singed wings whisper a macabre name.

Ten tied up—seven laying down—
Spiders weave their tactical gown.
Flesh-o-Filet, stripped of its bones,
Our lives are ghosts wailing in moans.

Four and five, six, seven, eight eternal,
Infinitity is ever infernal.
Worms submerged in God’s tequila—
Consumed—a swig of vanilla.

Twenty horses fall down a wall
With twenty-five wolves standing tall.
Cardigan covered corpses climb
The caverns of this cruel lifetime.

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Corpses Climb