Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

Before the first word spills onto the page, I immerse myself in sound—an offering of voices and rhythms that unlock the gates to my inner worlds. Music is not just a backdrop but a sacred ritual, the pulse beneath my poetry’s breath. It conjures emotion, sharpens focus, and calls forth the rawest edges of feeling where my words take flight.

What follows is a glimpse into the playlist that fuels my creative fire—a curated collection of dark, fierce, and haunting songs that dance with shadow and flame. These tracks are the hymns and heresies that stir my soul, calling my pen to worship at the altar of desire, defiance, and devotion.

The Roots of My Sound

My musical bloodline runs deep—etched in the echoes of my siblings’ worlds. From my oldest brother, the raw poetry of hip hop spilled into my veins, teaching me rhythm and rebellion. The second oldest carved my love for harder, fiercer music—a soundtrack for shadows and fire. Another brother opened me to pop’s catchy light, a reminder that joy and complexity can live side by side.

Even my younger sister shaped my journey—her evolving tastes a mirror, a challenge, a soft nudge toward discovery.

But the most powerful lesson came when I shed the chains of “guilty pleasures.” No more whispers of shame or judgment. If a song moves me, it is sacred. I listen with full heart, no apologies.

This is how I found freedom in sound—and how I found my voice.

Featured Songs That Light My Inked Fire

Zand
Deliverance — a haunting release that feels like breaking chains in slow motion.
Battery Acid — sharp and sizzling, like electricity coursing through veins.

Violent Vira
Burn Me With A Bible — holy fire meets rebellious spirit in a collision of sound.
Saccharine — bittersweet venom dripped on aching wounds.
God Complex — a dark sermon that questions gods and monsters alike.

Gore.
Sepsis — raw, gritty, a visceral dive into shadowed pain.
Doomsday — apocalypse wrapped in throbbing beats and whispered threats.

DeathbyRomy
Love U To Death — aching devotion tangled with delicious danger.
Beautiful Mayhem — chaos with a darkly romantic pulse.
Crash — the perfect storm of heartache and fury.
Shadow — a whispered secret that haunts the edges of light.
Hollywood Forever (entire album) — cinematic, confessional, and unrelenting.
(Honestly, everything from DeathbyRomy — no exceptions.)

Rei Ami
random acts of violence — a chilling lullaby for broken things.
body bag — haunting beauty cloaked in menace.
shhh — silence thick with unspoken truths.

Chymes
See You in Hell — a fiery promise with a siren’s call.
Dreaming — ethereal and haunting, like a ghostly dance in the night.

This is but a small sample of the songs that ignite my imagination and carve the shadows where my poetry lives.

Invitation

Now, I turn to you—my fellow wanderers in the dark and light. What songs have been your secret prayers, your rebellious anthems, your sanctuaries in sound? What artists or tracks burn like holy fire on your playlists?

Share your recommendations with me. I am eager to discover fresh flames to carry into my writing altar, new rhythms to stir the embers of verse and song.

Sacred Offerings to the Hexverse

To the songs that haunt my nights and fuel my days—
to the artists who bleed their truths so fiercely,
to the vibrations that shake the bones of my poetry—
I offer my gratitude, raw and unfiltered.

Each note is a thread woven into the tapestry of the Hexverse,
each lyric a spark that ignites the sacred flame within my verses.

This altar we build together—of sound, shadow, and ink—
is a sanctuary where desire, pain, and rebellion entwine,
where every whispered hymn becomes a battle cry,
and every silence holds the promise of revolution.

May these offerings ripple outwards,
calling to those who wander between light and dark,
inviting them to claim their own fierce devotion,
and to rise—unapologetic, unbroken, unbound.

Closing Benediction

May our shared music weave a tapestry of fire and shadow, a communion of voices echoing across the spaces where poetry and sound entwine.

Let us kindle each other’s creative flames—one song, one verse, one whispered prayer at a time.

If you are interested in reading any of my poetry, you can find my archive in The Library of Ashes—feel free to explore, I am sure you’ll find something you will enjoy.