I wasn’t trying to be deep or careful — I was letting my brain sprint, letting pop culture, mythology, and intrusive thoughts collide on the page. Comics, villains, alter egos, masks — all the familiar metaphors we use when our minds feel too loud to live in quietly.
What surprised me wasn’t the darkness, but the balance. This isn’t a descent — it’s a return with awareness. Standing in the light doesn’t mean pretending the shadows don’t exist. It means no longer fearing them.
This is what it feels like when poetry stops being a tool and starts being a force — when the ink takes over, and you let it.
Where chaos, identity, and ink collide.
Back to Darkseid Poetry by Rowan Evans
I walk in,
ready to rock
like a shock
to the system.
Watch me
ghost ride the whip,
hit you with the
penance stare.
Watch as you become
hyper aware
of every misdeed,
and every sin seeps
into the veins.
It circulates
until it hits
the brain.
Lights out.
Silence.
My noggin’s
an asylum,
I’m sick in the head.
Coin flip of fate,
I’m two-faced
with my joker’s thoughts.
I’m a dark knight,
on a dark night—
fighting the monsters
that my mind creates.
Don’t try to figure me out.
I’m an enigma, a riddle
with no answer.
A twisted harlequin
in a garden
made by Ivy.
Each petal unfurls,
guiding—
leading me back
from the edge.
Now I’m standing in the light,
back to Darkseid—
I no longer fear
Apocalypse.
Watch my ink
twist into tendrils.
Watch as they
wrap around,
and creep up
my spine like venom.
Watch as poetry
slowly,
takes over
my mind.
Step inside a storm. Step inside me. Slim & Shady is not a voice borrowed from another—it is mine: reverent, sly, untamed, and unapologetically chaotic. This piece does not whisper. It does not pause. It collides worlds, universes, and characters, letting the lines crash into each other like supernovae of thought and fire.
This is a poem for those who can feel intensity as a pulse, who can ride the chaos instead of fleeing it. Let it overwhelm. Let it dazzle. Let it press every sensory button you didn’t know you had. In this multiverse of madness, every reference, every rhyme, every collision is intentional—it is me, fully unleashed, letting the cosmos of my mind spill into ink.
Do not attempt to tame this. Do not attempt to categorize it. Let Slim & Shady lead you through a frenzy of fandom, obsession, and wild, reverent devotion to the art of rhyme itself.
Buckle in. The ride is relentless.
—Rowan Evans
Slim & Shady VII: Multiverse & Madness – A collision of worlds, chaos, and creativity in Rowan Evans’ epic poetic vision.
I’m slim and shady, reverent and sly, Here til the end, til the day I die. Do you see it? Do you feel it? The fire inside—a mask for madness, Insanity divine, I rhyme like a master. You can call me Splinter. You’re nothing to me, turtles in a half-shell, You can call me Shredder.
Yeah, it’s morphin’ time, The way I flip these rhymes. Rita, you’re repulsing, So I come dangerous, call me Zedd, Aiming at your dome, coming straight for your head.
Magneto bending metal like a verse from my mind, Venom wrapping syllables around your spine. Batman lurking in the shadows of my rhyme, Joker laughs in meter, chaos in perfect time.
Ichigo’s Bankai, slicing through the night, Vegeta’s pride igniting Super Saiyan might. Light Yagami’s notebook—every word a deathly bite, Alphonse’s armor echoing the pain I write.
Aizen schemes, a chessboard in every line, Frieza laughs, snapping planets in my rhyme. Goku goes Ultra Instinct, faster than the mind, Every punch, every kick—syllables entwined.
Scorpion, “Finish Him!”—spines crack with my sound, Sub-Zero freezing verses, bodies hit the ground. Mario stomps Bowser, coins raining like my bars, Link swings Master Sword, cutting through scars.
Geralt of Rivia, silver sword and potion swirl, Kaer Morhen nights, monsters get unfurled. Bowser roars, Peach jumps, chaos in pixel swirl, Level up, final boss—yeah, it’s my world.
Starkiller ignites the Force, lightning from my hand, Vader’s choke across the verse, hear it expand. Lightsabers clash in the cadence of my flow, Sith and Jedi—watch the galaxy explode.
Deadpool breaks the fourth wall, laughs bleeding through the page, Thanos snaps reality, I escape the cage. Battle Royale screams, students clash, ink like rage, Ichi’s knife cuts, shadows dancing on the stage.
Time collapses, multiverse bending in rhyme, DBZ explosions colliding with Bleach’s divine. Every hero, villain, anti-hero—cross the line, The cadence accelerates—my chaos, my design.
We’re spinning worlds, colliding comics, anime, and game, Slim & Shady VII—madness has a name. Through multiverse and madness, the rhymes don’t tire, All-out, all-burning—one verse, infinite fire.
Poetry by Rowan Evans 