Made for the Burn is a meditation on intensity, desire, and the kind of connection that ignites something raw inside us. It’s about falling—not gently, not cautiously—but fully into the heat of someone who challenges, awakens, and reshapes the self. This poem honors the fire in others, but more importantly it honors the fire in my muse, and the courage it takes to sit close to it without fear.
— Rowan Evans
“Sitting close to the fire—embracing intensity, desire, and the lessons only heat can teach.“
Made for the Burn Poetry by Rowan Evans
I fell for her. No parachute. I fell for her for the fire, not the soft or the sweet. I was made for the burn, for every lesson heat could teach.
She struck the match just by speaking— a spark in the dark that lit the fire of my yearning. And I never wanted gentle anyway. I wanted the blaze that strips you clean, the truth that hurts before it heals.
She lit my shadows softly, laughed the fear right out of me. I didn’t choose the falling, but I chose the way I landed— open palms, open heart, unbroken faith.
But it’s no delusion, I know she’s not mine, and it’s fine, ’cause I told her I’m not leaving. I’d be damned if I didn’t stay— ‘Cause I’m no liar, so I sit as close as I can to her fire.
Feel the warmth brush against my skin, it’s the only thing that makes me feel alive. It’s like a drug coursing through my veins, I feel it inside—it’s what she does to me, and she does it beautifully, without even trying.
For more of my poems, explore the Library of Ashes—a curated collection of work that dives into desire, darkness, and devotion.
This poem is a surrender to fire and control, an exploration of desire and the delicious tension between breaking and rising. It is not a confession, but an invocation of intensity—body, mind, and soul.
“Surrender to the fire, and rise.” – HxNightshade, Ruined & Rising
Invocation
I call the storm of sensation, the ache of longing, the fire that demands surrender. Come forth, reader— feel the pulse, feel the rise, feel the release.
Ruined & Rising Poetry by HxNightshade
I wrap myself in need…
I ache to bleed—
to be unraveled…
just to be undone by you.
Let me taste your fire…
let it lick my skin…
let it scorch the nerves beneath my pulse…
let it fuel my desire—
as you watch me rise…
higher…
higher still.
Hands on my throat…
squeeze tighter…
feel me gasp,
feel me tremble.
This isn’t a game…
this isn’t a joke…
I want you…
all of you…
in full, unrelenting control.
On my knees…
begging, please…
pleading for release…
for the heat…
for the storm…
for the way you make me ache
and ache again.
Go ahead—
just tease me.
Push me…
pull me…
watch me fracture and fly.
Every shiver… every sigh…
your fire sears through me.
Every glance… every touch…
I am yours…
completely…
without restraint.
And as I rise…
higher…
higher…
your gaze anchors me
even as my body forgets itself
in the delicious torment
you command.
Benediction
May the flames that consume and elevate guide you. May the ache you witness awaken your own pulse. Carry the memory of heat and ascent.
Journey into the Hexverse
The Twisted Daughter of Sappho | Hex Nightshade A shadow-slick daughter of Sappho, untamed and reverent, exploring devotion that burns like candle wax on bare skin. A poem of sacred ruin, feral fidelity, and intoxicating desire.
Hymns & Heresy II: Devotion Draped in Black | Hex Nightshade A midnight liturgy of devotion and surrender—where worship is whispered in shadow, every heartbeat a hymn, and the Queen reigns in velvet flame.
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.
Step into the first reflection of the 7 Deadly Sonnets. Here, Lust awakens the pulse, drapes the air in forbidden desire, and tempts the shadowed corners of the heart.
Lust – the first of the 7 Deadly Sonnets by Rowan Evans, exploring desire’s consuming fire.
7 Deadly Sonnets Lust
My pulse quickens at each whispered breath, Desires drape the air like silken chains, Each glance a flame, tempting fate with death, And promises of pleasure laced in pain.
I drink your essence, heady as the wine, Sweet intoxication, fevered and fierce, Drawn close to taste your essence, blood and brine, To find your heart beneath my nails and pierce.
This hunger that devours all but sin, Swallowed whole, yet craving still unfed— For love’s not enough to sate what lies within, A need both fevered and eternally red.
In darkness, where all sense of self is lost, I pay the price for lust, at passion’s cost.
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.
Incantation in Motion | Rowan Evans A hymn whispered in shadows—Rowan Evans’ “Incantation in Motion” is a confession of presence, intimacy, and the way movement becomes poetry.
Masochist’s Liturgy | Hex Nightshade A liturgy of five dark hymns—where love blurs with ruin, desire aches into prayer, and even aftercare becomes sacred scripture.
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.
Shadowed Addiction | Rowan Evans A brief, intimate dive into desire, longing, and emotional darkness. Shadowed Addiction fuses minimalist expression with confessional intensity, weaving English and Tagalog for a sharp, personal resonance.
This piece is an exploration of desire, of the magnetic pull between chaos and devotion. It is written in honor of those who ignite us, who challenge us, and who hold us accountable in ways that leave scars both tender and divine. Every line is a confession, every breath a vow, every bruise a benediction.
What I Want – Desire, chaos, and devotion intertwined in flame and shadow.
Invocation Summoning the Desire
I call upon the fires of longing,
the shadows that linger in the spaces between heartbeats,
and the voices that speak in whispers and hisses.
May the chaos I carry find its mirror,
may the storms I summon meet their echo,
and may the flame of desire be both fierce and tender,
untamed yet intimate.
What I Want Poetry by Rowan Evans
I want somebody who bites, sparks, ignites— lips like razors, tongue like a whip in the night. Pulls me close, lets me fall, then laughs while catching me before I hit the hall, all right?
Somebody who claws, claims me: Mine, line by line, a hissed whisper curling like smoke along my spine. Jealousy sharp, playful, a sting not cruel, possessive enough to bend the room, break every rule.
Hands that push, pull, press, then soothe, hands that punish, prove, make me move. Fire and care that twist, entwine, bruises bloom deep—pain turned divine.
A voice that teases, twists, commands, knows my edges, my pulses, my hands. A storm that lingers, a lullaby that bites, a thief of breath, a ruler of nights.
Somebody who counts the chaos I bring, marks my mischief, tames my sting. Drags me into madness, drags me in deep, wraps me in silk, drags me close to keep.
Eyes that glitter, fingers that trace, heat that flickers across every space. A fire that grips the weight of my chest, makes my pulse race, refuses rest.
And when night thins, the world dissolves, I want that echo I can’t resolve: You are mine. Always mine. A claim, a tease, a bite, a sign— my chaos captured in your flicker of fire, my storm mirrored, my pulse inspired.
Benediction Dark Benediction of the Heart
May those who read these words feel the fire of their own desire,
may the shadows we summon be gentle yet insistent,
and may every heart that beats with chaos
also find solace in the warmth of the untamed flame.
Journey into the Hexverse
Enter desire, chaos, and devotion. From Rowan Evans’ intimate Shadowed Addiction to HxNightshade’s feral Feral Cathedral and B.D. Nightshade’s fractured Through the Shattered Glass, surrender to the Hexverse and let every pulse and whisper pull you deeper.
Triple Poetic Devotion | Rowan Evans, HxNightshade & B.D. Nightshade Three haunting voices, one pulse of devotion and desire. Rowan Evans, HxNightshade, and B.D. Nightshade explore pain, love, and surrender in minimalist, evocative verse.
Through the Shattered Glass: Before the Glass Shattered | B.D. Nightshade Before the glass shatters, shadows linger and memories twist. Discover the haunting prelude to B.D. Nightshade’s “Through the Shattered Glass” series—where ordinary moments become portals to fractured realities.
Shadowed Addiction | Rowan Evans A brief, intimate dive into desire, longing, and emotional darkness. Shadowed Addiction fuses minimalist expression with confessional intensity, weaving English and Tagalog for a sharp, personal resonance.
Feral Cathedral | HxNightshade Dive into the raw, feral worship of desire in Feral Cathedral. A hymn to hunger, chaos, and devotion—where teeth, breath, and pulse become sacred.
Sanguine Serenade is a dark hymn to the exquisite tension between craving and surrender — where desire tastes like blood, and love flirts with danger beneath a velvet night. This poem confesses the fierce, fragile pulse of passion that binds immortal souls, a sanctuary for those who find beauty in the forbidden and the blood-stained. Let it consume you.
Hex Nightshade’s Sanguine Serenade—a seductive dance of desire and shadow beneath the moon’s eternal gaze.
Invocation
Come, children of shadow and flame, Wanderers beneath the moon’s slow burn. Step softly into the night’s velvet cathedral, Where whispered secrets drip like wine, And fangs gleam with promises sharp and sweet. Let your breath catch in the hush— Tonight, desire is our sacrament.
Sanguine Serenade Poetry by HxNightshade
In velvet cloaks and whispered sighs, Where shadows writhe and moonlight lies, A vampire queen with eyes ablaze, Hunts her prey through twilight’s maze.
Her steps—soft silk on ancient stone, A breathless hush, a stolen moan. She tastes the pulse, so pure, so sweet, A dangerous dance where she and longing meet.
Fangs like pearls in twilight’s gleam, A kiss that burns like a fevered dream. Her touch—a velvet blade, so cold, A story of lust in whispers told.
Lips stain deep with crimson wine, A kiss eternal, dark, divine. Beneath her spell, the mortal quakes, In moonlit chambers, passion wakes.
Skin to skin—a reckless dance, Of fear, desire, forbidden romance. Echoes of whispers, breaths entwined, Love’s dark sanctuary, souls combined.
Veins pulse with the nectar’s flow, A crimson stain, a binding glow. Caught in the night, in passion’s thrall, Two hearts become one shadowed call.
In twilight’s hush, release is found, A union where all fears unbound. In the embrace of dark and light, Love’s eternal flame ignites the night.
Benediction
Go wrapped in velvet shadows and whispered lust,
Your spirit aflame with the night’s sweet trust.
May every breath echo with promises made—
A serenade eternal, fierce, unafraid.
Carry the ache, the hunger, the fire within,
For love that lives in darkness knows no end.
Read Next:A Journey into Hymns & Heresies…
Hymn & Heresy Forgive me, Mother— not for the shadows I cradle, but for loving them too fiercely; for becoming both hymn and heresy.
A sacred confession where lust burns like holy fire and rebellion is the only prayer.
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