Poetry by Rowan Evans

I would fight gods,
tear through the cosmos with nothing but my bare hands—
for the shape of your smile.
For that light that curves your lips
and paints the world in hues of gold.
I would wage wars
on the edges of eternity,
each battle a sacrifice
to see you beam,
to feel the warmth of your joy like sun through my veins.

I would wade into the river Styx,
no fear of drowning in its darkened waters,
as long as I could rise with your happiness
clutched in my chest.
I would stand before Zeus himself,
thunder roaring above,
and challenge the heavens—
just for a glimpse of that smile.

I would rip the sky open,
thread my hands through its cosmic fabric,
and pull down the moon
just to watch your face light up.
I would trade the stars for your laughter,
each twinkle a promise I’d keep
in the depths of my heart.

I’d journey through realms unknown,
where shadows gather and firestorms rage,
to bring back the one thing I crave—
the sight of you doing well,
your smile the victory I seek.
I would tear apart the earth’s very bones,
if it meant the stars would align
and you would laugh,
your voice a melody that bends time itself.

I would break,
but I would never stop fighting,
for I know
that in your smile lies the salvation
I would wage wars for.

Through ancient forests,
where the gods hide their secrets,
I’d cross the desert of forgotten dreams,
walking barefoot over jagged stones,
each step a prayer that you might smile.
For your happiness is my mission,
my battle,
my reason for breathing.

I would forge my soul into a sword,
strike at the heart of fate itself,
because in the end,
the only thing that matters is
that smile—
the light that leads me through this war,
the victory that redeems me.