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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: Feral Poetry

  • Respectfully | Erotic Gothic Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    Respectfully is a playful exploration of desire, boundaries, and the contradictions that exist within intimacy and expression. It fuses humor, Gothic sensibilities, and erotic confession, embracing both the feral and the polite aspects of human longing. The poem isn’t just about lust—it’s about intent: how even the most untamed impulses can coexist with consent, respect, and self-awareness.

    In crafting this piece, I wanted to explore the tension between saying exactly what you feel and maintaining decorum, the duality of a poet’s boldness and manners. Each “Respectfully” is both a comedic punctuation and a manifesto: you can want what you want, but you can also honor the boundaries of others—and yourself.

    This poem celebrates the audacity of voice, the wit of language, and the sacredness of choice—where grammar and desire meet in an unapologetically Gothic, confessional way.

    — Rowan Evans

    Illustration of a candlelit gothic study with ink-stained papers and shadows suggesting intimacy, capturing the sensual yet refined mood of the poem Respectfully.
    Where feral desire meets impeccable manners—Respectfully, poetry by Rowan Evans.

    Respectfully
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I’ve been known to say
    some incredibly feral things—
    and I always mean them.
    I would let you absolutely ruin me.
    Respectfully, of course.

    I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable,
    I just have no filter—
    a poet’s curse, you see.
    I speak in impulses and italics.
    You could hold me down and choke me.
    Respectfully, for real.

    I would let you do unholy things to me.
    Respectfully.
    I would let you tie me up with rope—
    You could bruise and break me.
    Respectfully, I hope.

    It’s not that I’m trying to shock you,
    it’s just that desire sounds better
    when it’s proofread with manners.
    Like—yes, I’d sin,
    but I’d also say please and thank you.
    A gentlethem of chaos, if you will.

    Every filthy line I write
    is sealed with consent and courtesy.
    That’s the difference between vulgar and art.
    I say “I’d ruin your life,”
    then I spell-check it for tone.
    Respectfully.

    If I ever send you a message that makes you blush,
    know that I meant it—
    but I also meant no harm.
    It’s the duality of lust and decorum.
    Saint in the streets,
    Sinner with impeccable grammar.

    So when I say,
    “I’d let you wreck me in ways
    that require a safety word and a sonnet,”
    you’ll know it’s not a threat.
    It’s a prayer with boundaries.

    Because that’s who I am—
    a walking contradiction in lipstick and ink,
    a poet of piety and profanity,
    who loves like a cathedral on fire
    and means it…

    Respectfully.

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    [Muse of Mayhem]
    “She is fury made flesh, a witch with war in her hips, and I— I volunteer as tribute.”

    Muse of Mayhem explores the intoxicating pull of chaos, desire, and surrender in Rowan Evans’ signature Neo-Gothic Confessional Romanticism style.

    [My Red Flags]
    “You told me you had anger issues. But I’ve only seen you furious in defense—a saint of righteous fire.”

    ‘My Red Flags’ is a confession disguised as a love spell. In this dark romantic poem, Rowan Evans turns every warning sign into worship—an ode to danger, devotion, and the art of loving without fear of burning.

    [Retribution in Shadows]
    A shadowed vow, a vigil in the dark, and a voice that rises for the unheard. ‘Retribution in Shadows’ is a dark Gothic poem about imagined justice, written with the intensity of protective love and raw emotion.

    If you want to check out the full archive, you can find it in [The Library of Ashes]…

  • Feral Cathedral | Poetry by HxNightshade

    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.

    Silhouetted figures entwined in a shadowed cathedral, candles flickering, capturing raw and feral devotion.
    Where chaos meets worship—Feral Cathedral, a hymn to the untamed heart.

    ✦ 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.

    ✦ Poetic Commissions by Rowan Evans ✦

    Every word I write is a devotion, a fragment of shadow and light carefully shaped into verse. On my Ko-fi, I offer custom poems, personalized rituals in language, and lyrical messages crafted just for you—or someone you wish to honor, surprise, or remember.

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    A poem for a loved one, friend, or muse

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    A written reflection to say everything you struggle to

    …each commission is approached with care, reverence, and the intensity of my signature Neo-Gothic Confessional Romanticism.

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