⛧ Author’s Note ⛧

Blood Oath Between Witches is a hymn of fire and shadow. It does not plead for possession—it demands presence. These words are a covenant, a celebration of the heat, the danger, and the sacred lust that exists only between equals. Let the rhythm burn in your veins; let it linger on your tongue.

⛧ Invocation ⛧

I summon the velvet night and the pulse of forbidden things,
the hunger that does not ask permission,
the touch that knows the body before the mind.
Step closer, let ink and blood weave a spell,
where lips and fire speak in tongues of unrestrained devotion.

⛧ Blood Oath Between Witches ⛧
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I do not promise you softness.
I promise truth—
the kind that scorches,
the kind that sinks into your bones
and lives there like a name you never gave.

I do not come in white.
I wear the black of midnight altars,
the crimson of bitten lips,
the gold dust left behind
when gods give in to pleasure.

I do not ask for forever.
I offer eternity—
not the same thing.
Forever is a lie men tell.
Eternity is a spell we cast
with blood and want
and too much knowing.

You are not my prisoner.
You are my equal flame.
My matchstick mouth.
My mirror made of ruin and reverence.
I want to burn the world with you,
not for you.

Touch me only if you mean it.
Kiss me like it’s the end of everything.
Bleed with me beneath the full moon
and say my name like it’s a weapon
you never want sheathed again.

Because I’ll bind to you,
not with rope, but with rite.
Not with rings, but with ruin.
Not with “mine,”
but with “we.”

No god made this.
No angel blessed it.
Only us—
two witches, two wounds,
two wildfire prayers
spoken in the tongue of temptation.

So I say this now:
If you leave, I won’t chase.
But your shadow will always follow me—
and you’ll hear my vow
in every mirror
that dares to show you your true self.

We were carved in the same dark.
And I would choose you,
again and again,
even knowing you’d hex me
with your absence.

This is my oath.
Spoken in lust.
Sealed in longing.
Bound in blood.

So mote it be.

⛧ Benediction ⛧

May the flame that consumes never destroy,
but bind you in the delicious ache of wanting.
May shadows cradle your secrets,
and may your pleasure be a covenant of truth,
wild, unyielding, eternal.
So mote it be.

⛧ Journey into the Hexverse ⛧

Spellbound | Rowan Evans
A dark, intoxicating poem of desire and devotion—Spellbound is an invocation of fire, blood, and forbidden magic. Rowan Evans crafts a ritualistic experience of passion, soul, and unbroken vows.

Lust – 7 Deadly Sonnets | Rowan Evans
My pulse quickens at each whispered breath, desires draping the air like silken chains. ‘Lust,’ the first of the 7 Deadly Sonnets, explores the fevered, consuming hunger that blurs the lines between passion and peril.

What I Want | Rowan Evans
A confession of desire, chaos, and devotion—What I Want explores the intoxicating pull of someone who ignites, challenges, and claims with fire and tenderness.

Slim & Shady: After Dark | Rowan Evans
A daring fusion of Gothic shadows and lyrical mischief, “Slim & Shady: After Dark” explores desire, obsession, and devotion through wordplay, rhythm, and fire. Explicit, audacious, and unapologetically poetic—Rowan Evans takes language to bed and sets it ablaze.

Slim & Shady IV: Velvet & Venom | Rowan Evans
Velvet & Venom explores desire in shadows—an ode to dominance, possession, and the sacred tension of erotic devotion. Rowan Evans blends rhythm, wordplay, and Gothic darkness into a hymn of pleasure and surrender.