Poetry by Rowan Evans

Shadowed Offering & Crimson Hunger

In love, as in darkness, there are two confessions:
One from the trembling heart that wants to be undone,
and one from the mouth that drinks deep of fear, desire, and surrender.

These two poems—The Bite and Eternal Thirst—are twin offerings:
one spoken by the willing prey, drawn to danger’s embrace;
the other whispered by the predator, whose hunger is both curse and covenant.

The Bite
Poetry by Rowan Evans

In the dark, I wait for you—slowly pacing,
Preparing my mind for the danger I’ll be facing.
You are predator, and I am prey,
That is usually how this game is played.
But I am drawn to you—

The way your fangs, brush across my skin,
The way your claws slowly dig in, piercing flesh.
It leaves me out of breath, scared to death,
But so in love with you, so much so,
I contemplate the bite from you.

Your eyes, glowing with a feral light,
Hunger and desire intertwine, a dangerous delight.
I tremble beneath your gaze,
Lost in this intoxicating maze.

The thrill of the hunt, the chase,
The heat of the moment, our embrace.
You whisper promises in the night,
Seductive, dark yet, filled with fright.

Each touch, a sharp reminder of the cost,
Yet without you, I’m forever lost.
In the shadows, our love takes form,
A twisted dance, against the norm.

I feel your breath upon my neck,
A shiver runs down, leaving me a wreck.
Your teeth graze my skin, a silent plea,
To surrender completely, to set my fears free.

The line between pleasure and pain blurs,
In your grasp, my heart stirs.
So close to the edge, teetering on the brink,
One more step, and I might sink.

I contemplate the bite, your eternal mark,
To join with you, forever in the dark.
An everlasting bond, a love so fierce,
Though it may be madness, I persevere.

In the dark, I wait for you—slowly pacing,
Preparing my mind for the danger I’ll be facing.
You are predator, and I am prey,
Yet willingly, I choose to stay.

For in your embrace, I find my truth,
A dangerous love, in its purest youth.
The bite, the blood, our fate entwined,
Together forever, in shadow’s design.

— A pause between pieces ––

These poems were penned last year, before the term Neo-Gothic Confessional Romanticism was born. They come from a time when I was immersed in narrative poetry—storytelling through verse—just before I fully returned to the confessional voice that now shapes my work. Sharing them now feels like unveiling early whispers from the evolving language of my craft. It was all part of the evolution…

They hold a breath between story and soul—
where shadows whisper secrets,
and the past’s quiet pulse beats beneath the ink,
waiting to ignite into the fierce flame of what will be.

Eternal Thirst
Poetry by Rowan Evans

Do you see the crimson fire in my eyes, 
Reflecting the dance of flames in the night, 
As I sink my fangs into the tender flesh? 
Feel the rhythm of your heart, a frantic drum, 
Its pulse echoing in the cavern of your chest. 

I taste the copper tang of your fear, 
A heady brew that intoxicates my senses, 
As you flee through the labyrinth of shadows, 
Your breath a melody of terror, sweet and wild. 
I am the predator, the hunter, the eternal thirst. 

My claws trace patterns of desire upon your skin, 
Each touch igniting a symphony of sensations, 
As I explore the landscape of your trembling form. 
I yearn to drink deep from the wellspring of your soul, 
To taste the essence of your being, pure and untamed. 

Your fear becomes my sustenance, 
A banquet of emotions laid bare before me, 
As I savor the thrill of the chase, 
Each step bringing us closer to the edge of oblivion. 
I am the hunger that cannot be sated, the darkness that consumes. 

Beneath the pallor of your skin, 
I glimpse the fragile beauty of mortality, 
A fleeting glimpse of life’s fragile tapestry. 
Yet even as your life force wanes, 
I sense the stirrings of transformation, the promise of rebirth. 

Your body, a vessel for my desires, 
A canvas upon which I paint my darkest fantasies, 
As I mold you in my image, a mirror of my own desires. 
Embrace the shadows that bind us, 
For in the darkness, we are one, forever entwined.

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