Poetry by Rowan Evans

✦ Author’s Note ✦

These words are for the untamed, the ones who worship in shadow and fire. This is for the devotions that leave you clawing and gasping, for the hunger that is sacred, for the chaos that becomes home. This is not gentle. This is not safe. This is a hymn to the feral heart and the flesh that trembles beneath it.

✦ Invocation ✦

Come, children of flame and teeth.
Kneel in the dark where shadows bite and breath catches.
Let your hunger rise like incense, your pulse a drum of want.
Open the doors of your body and mind—
let devotion be jagged, sharp, and unholy.
Let us consecrate desire, let us kneel at the altar of chaos,
where fire, fang, and fervor are worship.

Feral Cathedral
Poetry by HxNightshade

I could steal your girl, you’re lucky that I don’t.
Say I don’t want the beef, but my words have teeth—
I’m all alone, though she shivers for my ghost
in the hollow of her lungs, in the tremor of her knees.

If I let her go down, make her throat a cathedral of hunger,
I’d sit like a king crowned in her shaking thighs,
my mouth dragging fire across the nape of her neck,
shadow tangled in the sway of her spine,
her pulse a drum I claim.

She bites back, and I let her—
fangs on lip, nails in skin,
growls like prayer, profanity, and a summons to ruin,
breath jagged, wet, sacred in chaos,
a storm born in our mouths.

I do not kneel for permission.
She does not offer it.
We collide, sharp and wild,
bloodless yet bleeding fire through every nerve.

Every syllable I spit is a snarl,
every stroke a mark, a claim,
every gasp a covenant of want.
I taste the hurricane in her pulse,
and she swallows the famine in my name.

We are wolves circling,
howling devotion and desecration alike,
making vows in claw and tongue,
rites of teeth, saliva, and trembling that scorch the air.

I could burn the world for her,
tear continents for her scream,
but I settle for the inferno in her eyes,
the quake beneath my hands,
the way she becomes a cathedral of chaos
with me worshiping at its altar,
devoted, devoured, alive in ruin.

✦ Benediction ✦

May your hunger be holy, your teeth sharp as devotion.
May your claws leave marks of reverence and fire.
May you collide with another like chaos, sacred and unbound,
and find, in the wreckage of desire, a cathedral built from trembling,
from breath, from pulse, from worship that refuses to be tamed.

Journey into the Hexverse

Coven of Chaos — B.D. & Hex Nightshade
Fire and ink collide. Warriors of ruin and witches of reverence rise in a covenant forged in chaos.

Hymn & Heresy — HxNightshade
Feral devotion. Sacred ache. Worship and blasphemy entwined in desire’s dark embrace.

XIII Psalms for the Goddess in My Mouth — HxNightshade
Thirteen psalms of flesh and shadow. Kneel, surrender, and awaken the goddess within your mouth.

Sanguine Serenade — HxNightshade
Craving tastes like blood. Passion flirts with danger. Step into forbidden night, and let the fire consume you.

… from across the Hexverse…

Litany & Tongue — Rowan Evans
Devotion in breath and tongue, confession in fire. Verse as worship, ache as scripture.

Unapologetically Biased — Rowan Evans
Loyalty to chaos, desire for flaws. Worship the storm that leaves you undone.

The Church of You — B.D. Nightshade
Flesh as scripture. Desire as religion. Kneel in fire, rise in devotion.

Claim Me — B.D. Nightshade
Power, touch, command. Skin as altar, resistance undone, desire the only law.

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