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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They Call Me… (Death)
They call me…The whisper that slithers through the cracks,A shadow that lingers where the light turns black.A twisted reflection in a crimson haze,A monster unchained, lost in the maze. They call me…An infection, a curse, a waking dread,A symphony of screams where angels have bled.Your worst nightmare—personified,You can run, you can beg, but you cannot…
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Vault of Pandora
In the wastelands where the crimson sun bleeds, Four souls converge on the blood-soaked sands, Vault Hunters forged in chaos and need, Seeking fortune in forsaken lands. First comes the Reaper, a shadow of death, Eyes cold as the moons that circle in gloom, Wielding Dahl tech with a ghostly breath, He harvests souls, a…
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Surviving the Wastes
“War… War Never Changes.” The echoes of bombs long past still linger, A symphony of death with each trigger. Radiation’s kiss upon the air, A wasteland’s lullaby, cruel and unfair. Vault Dweller:I emerged from steel and safety, Where the world was a whisper, faint and hazy. The sun’s harsh glare, a foreign kiss, A reminder…
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Pokemon: Edge of Oblivion
In Kanto’s mist, where shadows blend, Two young trainers tread the twilight’s end, Their journey starts where Viridian trees bend, In a world where innocence will suspend. Through Pallet Town’s silent dusk, they roam, Past the burnt remnants of Professor Oak’s tome, Gripped by fear, the world seems to groan, As dark secrets stir in…
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Claim Me (Poetry by B.D. Nightshade)
Skin and sweat, body to body,You leave me breathless,Whispering your name.A single touch, a silent command,And I am yours to tame. I crave the sting of your nails,Etching fire down my spine,Marking me—your territory,So the world will know,That I am only thine. Let this moment stretch beyond time,A symphony of gasps and sighs,Bound in leather,…
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Hades
“Hades”By Rowan Evans I sit upon a throne of bone and shadow,crowned in silence, cloaked in sorrow.The weight of death upon my shoulders,yet the only thing that truly haunts me—is the ghost of you. The River Styx wails in endless torment,its voices a symphony of suffering,yet none cry out my name like you once did,soft…
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Lilith
“Lilith”By Rowan Evans Oh Adam, how I pity you,blind in your devotion, shackled by faith,kissing the feet of a god who would unmake youshould you stray from his dictated path.You were given the grace of forgetfulness,your ribs still whole, your hands unburned—for submission was your salvation. But I? I was carved from the same dust,shaped…
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Every Line, A Thought of You
I have been working on the biggest project of my life for the last month, it is a collection of poems that take you on the journey of falling in love and coming to fully accept it. It starts with the moment of realization that the fall has begun and takes you through to the…
Poetry by Rowan Evans 