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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: sacred pain

  • Triple Poetic Devotion: Rowan, HxNightshade & B.D. Nightshade

    Rowan Evans

    Author’s Note

    These three pieces are whispers in shadowed halls—brief, sharp, and intimate. Each is an exploration of touch, desire, and the sacred ache that thrives in fleeting moments. They do not tell full stories, but they leave traces: marks on skin, echoes on the heart, prayers that bleed into the night. Read slowly. Feel everything.

    Three ethereal figures in a shadowed, velvet chamber, touching and entwining in delicate, glowing gestures; light hints at the presence of three distinct voices. Gothic, intimate, and otherworldly.
    Three voices. Three devotions.
    Whispers of touch, holy pain, and bruised prayers bleed into the dark.
    Read, tremble, and let the echoes linger where they may.

    Triple Poetic Devotion
    Poetry by Rowan Evans, HxNightshade & B.D. Nightshade

    A silhouette leaving faint handprints on another’s skin in a shadowed, ethereal room.
    “Touch me once, leave a mark I’ll carry in the dark.” – Rowan Evans, Echoes on My Skin

    Echoes on My Skin
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    Touch me once,
    leave a mark I’ll carry in the dark.
    Hurt me softly, love me loudly—
    I live in the spaces you leave behind.

    Hands clasped in a mystical, crimson-gold glow beneath a cracked stained-glass window, radiating sacred energy.
    “Break me, bless me—the pain is holy.” – HxNightshade, Sacred Collision

    Sacred Collision
    Poetry by HxNightshade

    Break me, bless me—
    the pain is holy,
    the desire, a spell I cannot resist.

    Close-up of lips and pale skin with faint crimson streaks, nails tracing soft red marks, gothic and intimate aesthetic.
    “Your mercy is the cruelest sin, darling, break me—then begin.” – B.D. Nightshade, Mercy’s Sin: Bruised Prayers

    Mercy’s Sin: Bruised Prayers
    Poetry by B.D. Nightshade

    Bruised prayers on bitten lips,
    nails trace hymns in crimson scripts.
    Your mercy is the cruelest sin,
    darling, break me—then begin.

    Closing Note

    Carry these words with reverence. Let them linger where they may, brushing your marrow, igniting quiet fires, and reminding you that even in collision, even in sin, there is a strange, holy beauty. Break gently, love fiercely, and never apologize for what trembles.

    If you would like to explore more of the Hexverse, you can find more of my work as my various personas in The Library of Ashes.