Poetry by Rowan Evans

By Rowan Evans & B.D. Nightshade

I have always been the light,
a candle in the endless night,
soft hands to cradle weary hearts,
a voice that soothes when the world falls apart.

I have mended wounds with whispers,
stitched broken souls with love,
stood unshaken in the storm,
bearing burdens never meant to be my own.

For them, I would take the weight,
carry sorrow upon my spine,
let their darkness rest in me,
if it meant they’d see the sun again.

But love alone cannot keep them safe…

So I let the light die.

Tore off the wings that held me back,
let the shadows seep into my skin,
and bared my teeth at the world that dares
to take what is mine.

I have seen monsters feed on the kind,
watched them sink their claws into the soft.
So I became something worse—
something they fear.

For them, I would paint my hands red,
break bones like brittle twigs,
drag demons into the abyss,
and never once look back.

If a monster must rise, let it be me.
Let them run, let them cower,
let them know the dark has found its keeper.

Because I will not lose them.
I will not watch them break.
I will not let the wolves feast.

For them, I would become anything.

Even… A monster.