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Poetry by Rowan Evans

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  • Whispers in Darkness | Gothic Vampire Romance Poem by Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    🕯️ Author’s Note

    The final chapter of the “Nocturnal” series — a requiem for the night and an ode to enduring devotion. “Whispers in Darkness” unites mortal and immortal in a love that no longer fears the dark. It’s a soft, eternal vow — a promise whispered where even time holds its breath.

    A mortal woman and her vampiress lover share a final embrace under moonlight.
    “Love eternal, whispered into the dark.”

    Whispers in Darkness
    Poetry by Rowan Evans
    (June 9th, 2024)

    It’s just you and I, here again,
    My Gothic dream, my queen in the night.
    In a dance of fates, a nightfall serenade,
    A symphony of love, and loyalty.

    You’re my lethal protector,
    My guardian on the prowl,
    The one with whom I feel safe
    And secure, with you a love so true.

    The night is thick with the scent of jasmine,
    Its intoxicating aroma a promise of what is to come.
    In your embrace, I am lost and found,
    A willing captive to your nocturnal charm.

    It’s just you and I here, in a gentle embrace,
    A dance of fates, a nightfall serenade,
    A symphony of love, and loyalty.
    When I met you, I was set free.

    In the shadows, your whispers are my guide,
    Each word a note in our private symphony.
    Jasmine weaves its magic around us,
    Binding us closer, sealing our fate.

    In our love, our worlds collide,
    We will face every challenge, side by side.
    And I don’t know where I’d be without you,
    But I know I can’t go back to living without you.

    In your embrace, I found my place,
    My Gothic dream, nightfall queen,
    The one to whom—
    I give my whispers in the dark.

    I. Nocturnal Waltz | A Dark Romance Poem of Desire & Danger
    A fleeting, intoxicating moment between a femme-fatale vampiress and her human lover, where shadows, desire, and danger intertwine in a nocturnal waltz of longing and seduction.

    II. Nightfall Serenade | A Gothic Vampire Love Poem
    The second poem in the Nocturnal series — a dark, romantic serenade between a mortal woman and her vampiric lover. A haunting continuation of Nocturnal Waltz, where passion becomes devotion and the night itself listens.

    III. Nyx’s Confession | A Gothic Vampire Confessional Poem
    In Nyx’s Confession, the vampiress speaks — her love, her guilt, her impossible humanity. A confession whispered in blood and jasmine.

  • Nyx’s Confession | Gothic Vampire Love Poem by Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    🕯️ Author’s Note

    The third piece in the “Nocturnal” series, “Nyx’s Confession” peels back the veil of myth and reveals the vampiress’s heart. Here, the immortal becomes vulnerable — she kills to protect, yet aches to be loved for her humanity. It’s a poem about devotion through darkness, and how even monsters long to be seen as more than their hunger.

    A sorrowful vampiress kneels in candlelight, surrounded by jasmine, after protecting her lover.
    “Even monsters bleed for love.”

    Nyx’s Confession
    Poetry by Rowan Evans
    (June 9th, 2024)

    Fangs sunk in, drained him dry,
    To protect you, the diamond of my eye.
    You saw my humanity, not the monster
    I thought I was, and I love you for that.

    Fangs pierced his skin, led him to his end
    Just to keep you safe, even if it pushed you away.
    But you saw me for something more,
    Than the monster, I thought I was.

    The way you look at me,
    It makes me feel so alive,
    Like my heart still beats inside,
    But it only beats for you.

    The scent of jasmine lingered in the air,
    A silent witness to the bloodshed,
    Its sweet perfume mingling with the metallic tang of his life,
    A testament to my love, my sacrifice.

    I leave before the morning light,
    And return to you every night.
    I don’t know what it is about you,
    Got me fighting my nature just to be with you.

    In the moonlit shadows, I find solace,
    Your presence a balm to my tormented soul.
    With each nightfall, the jasmine blooms,
    Its fragrance a reminder of the humanity you see in me.

    I. Nocturnal Waltz | A Dark Romance Poem of Desire & Danger
    A fleeting, intoxicating moment between a femme-fatale vampiress and her human lover, where shadows, desire, and danger intertwine in a nocturnal waltz of longing and seduction.

    II. Nightfall Serenade | Gothic Vampire Love Poem by Rowan Evans
    The second poem in the Nocturnal series — a dark, romantic serenade between a mortal woman and her vampiric lover. A haunting continuation of Nocturnal Waltz, where passion becomes devotion and the night itself listens.

  • Nightfall Serenade | Gothic Vampire Love Poem by Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    🩸 Author’s Note

    The second installment in my “Nocturnal” series — a four-part descent into dark romance and immortal longing. “Nightfall Serenade” continues the story begun in “Nocturnal Waltz,” tracing the ache of distance and the echo of a love that transcends life and death. It’s a serenade for those who have loved ghosts, gods, and impossibilities — and called it devotion.

    A vampiress and her human lover share a moonlit embrace on a misty gothic balcony.
    Two worlds intertwined — one mortal, one eternal. A serenade beneath the stars.

    Nightfall Serenade
    Poetry by Rowan Evans
    (June 9th, 2024)

    You and I, from two different worlds,
    Mine amongst the living, yours the undead.
    We met at a ball, danced a nocturnal waltz,
    A time, I hoped would never end,
    But then, in an instant, you were gone.

    Where did you go, my love,
    My goddess of the night?
    Why did you leave, my love,
    My Gothic dream?

    Every night, you’d come to me,
    It was real, more than just dreams.
    The way you embraced me,
    It made me feel, so safe with you.
    An endless dance, just the two of us,
    Me and you.

    In the moonlight’s gentle glow,
    We’d whisper secrets only the night could know.
    Your touch, a cold flame,
    Burning with a passion that knew no name.

    The air was always thick with jasmine,
    A fragrance that told me you were near,
    Its scent a silent promise,
    Of your return, of our love, eternal.

    Every night, with you,
    It was my dream come true.
    Nyx, my Gothic dream,
    It was just, me and you.

    It was your dark aesthetic,
    That drew me in, the fangs and bat wings.
    You were everything I wanted,
    You became everything I needed.

    You and I, from two different worlds,
    Mine amongst the living, yours the undead.
    We met at a ball, danced a nocturnal waltz,
    It’s you and I, until my bitter end,
    My goddess of the night.

    Nocturnal Waltz
    A fleeting, intoxicating moment between a femme-fatale vampiress and her human lover, where shadows, desire, and danger intertwine in a nocturnal waltz of longing and seduction.