Author’s Note

Writing has never felt passive to me.

It’s not just expression–it’s translation.

There are moments where thoughts don’t feel like they belong entirely to me. Where something deeper takes shape, and my only role is to give it form… to let it exist outside of my head.

This piece comes from that space.

From the idea that creation can feel like ritual.
That the page becomes an altar, the pen becomes a tool of release, and the act of writing becomes something closer to devotion than craft.

Not an idea.

Not to perfection.

But to a presence that reshapes the way I think, feel, and create.

— Rowan Evans

Gospel in Crimson
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I gather rose petals—
turn them into ink,
red as the crimson
in the veins of me.

I write letters—
never meant to send,
penned in ink
the color of crimson sin.

I speak in fragments—
stanzas, metaphors,
symbols from within—

my mind is a temple,
an altar built for ritual.

The pen is a knife,
used to bleed
every thought—
straight from my brain
to the page.

It is my purpose—
to spread the word
of the Goddess I’ve found.

A muse,
profound.

To your name,
my tongue is bound.

I speak your gospel.

Journey into the Hexverse!

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[Not Her—The Echoes]
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[The Quiet Inside the Noise]
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If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]