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.
Image: AI-generated using DALL-E and modified by the author; Poetry: written by Tristan Robert Lange, Human-authored.
Alone in a dark wood sits a well— Stone, strong, sturdy— Its head made of ebony, Dark, shaded, yet shimmering in light F i l t e r i n g Though spiderwebbed branches.
Drawing closer it grows in size, Built as one of stature. The moss emits neon green Around wraithgray iron ore.
The well walls run with rust, Its tears are oxblood rivers Oozing outside upon dry rock.
This well seems unwell, Yet, still, it is inviting, Alluring— It calls with orange glitter, Effervescent peat, And radiant shadowood; All covered with phantom seep.
The call reverberates: Lean over, Peer down, Search deep— Just a little more for sight.
The fall could happen quick, And no matter the outer visage, Inside the well is sick— Its walls a spectral stream, Absorbing the moon’s gleam Like tar paper.
This isn’t a trap. It’s a choice: To stay outside where it seems sound, Or to plunge into the darkness around.
What lies within is not the sin— But the wellhead that dares to cover it.
Tristan Robert Lange 
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