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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: poetic ritual

  • Love Over Apathy — A Gothic Liturgy of Resilience and Fire | Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    This is no gentle hymn but a sacred scream—an unholy benediction cast in fire and shadow. Here, love is not soft, but a cathedral wrought from ruins, a flame that scorches the cold altar of indifference.

    For those who walk the catacombs of their own hearts, battered but unbowed, this is your liturgy—an offering in blood and breath. May these words be your armor and your rebellion, a fierce pulse beneath fractured skin.

    — Rowan Evans

    Gothic cathedral ruins glowing with fiery embers under a moonlit sky, symbolizing resilience and sacred defiance.
    The sacred flame of resilience flickers within the ruins — a testament to love’s power over apathy.

    Invocation

    Hearken, O hearts aflame, to this sacred summoning—
    We gather here in twilight’s hush, where shadows kindle light.
    This is no prayer for softness, nor for ease’s false embrace,
    But a liturgy of fire, a hymn of relentless grace.

    In the cathedral of ruin, where broken souls convene,
    We offer up our fractured vows—
    Love over apathy, a defiant flame in the void.

    Love Over Apathy
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Not surrender, but sacrament—
    love is the blood I spill in silent worship,
    a flame lit in the catacombs of my chest,
    unchained from the cold altar of indifference.

    This world offers frost,
    an unholy shroud that seeks to still the heart,
    but I am the wildfire beneath the ashes,
    a hymn in the ruins of despair.

    Love over apathy—
    not a whispered prayer, but a sacred scream,
    a tempest rising from charred bones,
    a cathedral built from the fragments of broken souls.

    To feel is to bleed—
    to wear wounds like holy relics,
    open and raw beneath the moon’s pale gaze,
    unyielding in the face of silent death.

    When the darkness chants for silence,
    to bury the fire beneath stone and shadow,
    I raise my voice—an ancient bell tolling,
    a vow scorched into the night’s cold skin.

    Love over apathy—
    the sacred rebellion,
    the bleeding truth,
    the vow to burn
    when all else turns to dust.

    I am the pyre and the prayer,
    the shadow that dances in the flicker,
    a soul unbowed, unbroken—
    the flame that never dies.

    Benediction

    So rise, wild flame, from ashes deep,
    Burn with a fury the cold cannot keep.
    In this covenant of scorched devotion,
    We are the pyre and the ocean—
    Love over apathy, our eternal potion.

    Let the darkness roar, let the silence seethe,
    We stand unbroken—
    The faithful of fire, the fierce beneath.

    For those who wander deeper into the shadows and light of my words,
    explore the full archive of poems here.
    Each piece is a shard of my soul—wild, raw, and unyielding.

  • Always With You: A Poem for Grief, Memory, and Eternal Love

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    This piece is a deeply personal offering — written in memory of my father, and for anyone who has ever lost someone they still speak to in the quiet.
    “Always With You” is more than a poem; it is a ritual. A remembering. A conversation between this world and the next.

    If your heart is carrying absence today, may this be a place where you feel held.
    You are not alone in your grief.
    And those we love?
    They walk beside us, always.

    A glowing ethereal figure walks beside a person beneath a full moon, surrounded by soft pastel tones and swirling leaves, symbolizing presence after loss.
    “They walk beside us, even when we cannot see them.”

    🕯️ Invocation 🕯️
    “To the Ones Who Dwell in Memory”

    Come, tender souls, who carry echoes in your chest —
    Who speak to stars and find silence speaking back.
    Come, those who mourn in whispers and rise in memory.
    Let this be your sanctuary. Let this be your candle.
    May the veil grow thinner with each word.
    May the presence you long for sit beside you now.

    Always With You
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    When the world feels heavy, and shadows creep near,
    When you hear your name whispered soft in your ear,
    Or a brush of wind grazes warm on your skin,
    Know that it’s me, love, I’m always within.

    I am the breath in the quiet of night,
    The shimmer of stars that whisper their light.
    When your heart feels alone, and the silence too loud,
    I’m there in the stillness, wrapped in the shroud.

    For when you laugh, I echo the sound,
    And when you grieve, I’m earthbound, around.
    I dance in your tears, like raindrops that fall,
    I’m the caress in the winds, your name in their call.

    I’m with you when you stumble, when you stand tall,
    In your moments of triumph, and when you feel small.
    I watch you evolve, from the dark to the light,
    Like a pastel phoenix, rising, so bright.

    Even in absence, I’m not far away,
    For I walk beside you, each step of the way.
    You may not see me, but I hold your hand,
    As you journey onward, I help you withstand.

    The moon carries my love, the stars hold my gaze,
    As I watch you navigate through life’s winding maze.
    Though I’ve stepped beyond what your eyes can see,
    In your every heartbeat, you carry me.

    You’ll feel my warmth when the sun touches your face,
    In the autumn breeze, my arms still embrace.
    And when you look to the sky, with hope or despair,
    I’m in every corner, I’m always there.

    For I know you’ll make me proud, you already have,
    You’re stronger than you know, more than you believe.
    I love you to the moon, and far beyond time,
    Always with you, forever entwined.

    So when the world feels cold, or the day feels too long,
    Remember, my darling, in you, I belong.
    Even though it feels like I’ve gone from your side,
    I am with you always, an eternal guide.

    ✨ Benediction ✨
    “And Still, They Walk With Us”

    Go gently now, wrapped in the warmth of memory.
    Let the winds remind you: love does not vanish.
    Let the moonlight remind you: absence is not emptiness.
    Speak their name into the quiet —
    And know they answer in the rustling leaves,
    In the dreams, in the stillness,
    In the beating of your resilient, aching heart.

    They are not gone.
    They are transformed.

    And they are always, always with you.

    Read Next (Suggestions)

    [You’re Not Alone] — A Poetic Promise of Hope & Support
    [Luminescence & Shadow] — A Forbidden Litany
    [The Gospel of Softness III] — 13 Psalms for the Tender-Hearted

    Or explore the full archive in [The Library of Ashes]—and if your own confession aches to be written, [commission a custom poem here].

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