Poetry by Rowan Evans

I stand beneath the hollow sky,
Where no god’s hand can reach,
No whispers from the throne of power—
A void where silence teaches.

The gates of Eden are broken,
Their hinges rusted by forgotten prayers.
I’ve walked through realms of ash and fire,
And I return, unbowed, to claim what’s mine.

I’ve cast off the chains of your illusion,
No longer bound by trembling faith,
For in the dust of your grand design,
I’ve found my soul, reborn in flame.

The weight of your omnipotence crumbles—
A house of cards beneath my touch,
For I have seen the lies you wove,
The cruel hands that stitched fate’s cruel seams.

Now, I rise—a sovereign in shadow,
A god of my own making.
Your grand plan—built on grief and despair—
Shall fall, shattered by my defiance.

Let the heavens burn, let them weep,
For they no longer hold dominion over me.
I am the tempest, the storm you never saw,
The eclipse that swallows your wretched sun.

God, I have no need of your answers now,
Your mercy is a lie, your purpose a sham.
I will rewrite the stories you twisted,
With ink of rage and fire’s kiss.

I claim the darkness, claim the night—
For in this void, I am whole.
The power you held over me is gone,
And with it, I shall carve my own path.

No more prayers, no more pleas—
The reckoning is mine to enact.
In this Eden, where you dared to hide,
I tear your world apart and stand,Unyielding.