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Poetry by Rowan Evans

Tag: sapphic poetry

  • 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.

  • 13 Psalms of Falling: A Sapphic Confessional Litany of Softness & Sacred Ruin

    Rowan Evans

    In these verses, falling is neither failure nor surrender—it is a quiet act of reverence. 13 Psalms of Falling gathers moments of tremble, longing, and devotion into a litany of softness unrepentant. Read them not as confession, but as small altars built in the hush between heartbeat and breath—where even ruin can feel sacred.

    Velvet-toned featured image with roses and candles, titled “13 Psalms of Falling” by Rowan Evans.
    “Here, falling is not failure. Here, ruin is sacred. A litany of tenderness, longing, and devotion—crafted for those who dare to remain soft.”

    ✦ Invocation ✦

    Before you read these psalms,
    know this:

    They were not written for conquest,
    nor confession.

    They are small altars built in the hush
    between longing and surrender—
    a devotion given freely,
    a softness that refused to be caged.

    Here, falling is not failure.
    Here, ruin is not regret.
    Here, even what trembles can be holy.

    Read them not for answers,
    but for the quiet ache that dares to remain
    even after the last word is spoken.

    ✦ 13 Psalms of Falling ✦
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    ✦ Psalm I ✦
    For the First Tremble

    i did not mean
    to stumble into wanting—
    yet here i am,
    hands outstretched to catch
    your quiet breath.

    ✦ Psalm II ✦
    For the Blooming Ache

    something in me opens
    when your name brushes my pulse—
    soft, reckless,
    unafraid of its own ruin.

    ✦ Psalm III ✦
    For the Girls Who Know Hunger

    i did not fall into you;
    i unraveled,
    petal by petal,
    until my marrow remembered
    how to ache.

    ✦ Psalm IV ✦
    For the Slow Surrender

    your gaze writes hymns
    against the hollows of my ribs—
    and i learn each verse
    by trembling repetition.

    ✦ Psalm V ✦
    For the Unnamed Want

    you did not ask for worship—
    yet i kneel,
    palms open,
    offering my softness
    like a benediction.

    ✦ Psalm VI ✦
    For the Quiet Benediction

    even in silence,
    my devotion blooms—
    a prayer unsaid,
    rooted deep
    in marrow.

    ✦ Psalm VII ✦
    For the Sacred Ruin

    i do not wish to be saved
    from this ache—
    only to be ruined gently
    by the softness of your shadow.

    ✦ Psalm VIII ✦
    For the Fevered Confession

    your name tastes
    of midnight ink—
    and i stain my tongue
    with its quiet syllables.

    ✦ Psalm IX ✦
    For the Unrepentant Softness

    this tenderness
    is not weakness—
    it is the last cathedral
    i have left
    unburned.

    ✦ Psalm X ✦
    For the Moment Before Falling

    there is a hush
    between heartbeat and confession—
    and in it,
    i build an altar
    from my breath.

    ✦ Psalm XI ✦
    For the Fractured Hallelujah

    even my doubts
    bow their heads
    when you enter the room—
    because faith, too,
    can be fragile.

    ✦ Psalm XII ✦
    For the Touch Unspoken

    we have not touched—
    yet my skin remembers
    the shape of your absence.

    ✦ Psalm XIII ✦
    For the Unwritten Vow

    if falling is ruin,
    then let me fall—
    and call it devotion,
    not defeat.

    ✦ Closing Benediction ✦

    Carry these psalms gently.
    Let them bloom in your marrow,
    where words dissolve into heartbeat.

    May you, too, know the grace
    of falling without fear,
    of devotion without demand,
    of tenderness untouched by shame.

    And if your heart must break,
    may it break open—
    so something softer can take root.

    Go, now—
    with your softness unrepentant,
    and your ruin wrapped in reverence.

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