The Library of Ashes
Here, every poem is a smoldering page — whispered confessions, soft ruins, and sacred rage. Wander newest to oldest.
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Slim & Shady VI: Blood & Brimstone | Poetry by Rowan Evans
Step into the fire and shadow with Slim & Shady VI: Blood & Brimstone. Rowan Evans fuses desire, devotion, and danger in a hypnotic rhythm where every gasp is a verse and every touch a confession. Blood, brimstone, and passion collide in a Gothic cathedral of lust.
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Gothic Bob Ross: Happy Little Blood Splatters | Rowan Evans | Neo-Gothic Confessional Poetry
Patience is a thread I hold… until it snaps. In Gothic Bob Ross: Happy Little Blood Splatters, Rowan Evans paints a macabre yet exquisite world where shadows, storms, and raven cries become brushstrokes of devotion, chaos, and confession. A Neo-Gothic meditation on creation, fury, and the sanctity of surrender.
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Nocturnal Crossing – Neo-Gothic Confessional Romanticism by Rowan Evans | Dark Romantic Poetry
“Nocturnal Crossing” traces the nightly voyage where two souls separated by oceans meet in dreams. A neo-gothic meditation on longing, devotion, and the sacred intimacy of the subconscious.
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Greed – 7 Deadly Sonnets by Rowan Evans | Dark Gothic Poetry
‘Greed’ reveals the hunger that is never sated—the clutching hands, the endless thirst for more, and the hollowness left behind. The third of the 7 Deadly Sonnets.
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To Be Near Your Flame – Poetry by Rowan Evans
A haunting meditation on love, longing, and the quiet courage of staying close to the one who sets your heart ablaze. Includes a benediction for connection and devotion.
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Gluttony – 7 Deadly Sonnets by Rowan Evans | Dark Romantic Poetry
‘Gluttony’ devours more than food—it consumes the soul. The second of the 7 Deadly Sonnets explores endless craving, the hunger for excess, and the void it leaves behind.
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Slim & Shady V: Silk & Sin | Poetry by Rowan Evans
Dive into the cathedral of desire with Slim & Shady V: Silk & Sin. Rowan Evans blends shadow, rhythm, and sensuality into a lyrical dance of lust, devotion, and whispered confessions. Every line drips with silk, every touch burns with sin.
Poetry by Rowan Evans 