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ILL OF MEN - Poems Of Ill

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Before the gods knelt. Before the Bear rose. Before Auralmeth turned his wings from the stars-there were songs.

These are the broken hymns and battle-chants, the whispered laments passed between rebels, orphans, and dreamers too wild to die. Pulled from the bone-dust of five kingdoms and the fading breath of divine mouths, this collection gives voice to the unseen-the rot beneath the altar, the kiss before the sword, the scream the void remembers.

"Verses from the Hollow Court" is a mythbound tapestry of poetry from the world of Ill of Men-where queerness is cosmic truth, love is rebellion, and even the gods bleed.

Let the bard sing. Let the wound speak. Let the stars remember.All Rights Reserved

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Silence And Honey by bdot567

Silence and Honey I talked enough for both of us. He listened like he might never let go. Runerth Castellion was the boy with the sharpest eyes and the quietest heart. He didn't talk much-didn't smile much either. But he always showed up. For me. I had known him since we were twelve. Since I decided I was going to be his friend, whether he wanted one or not. I was the chatterbox play school teacher who sings songs about dinosaurs and glue sticks. He was the grumpy heir to a mafia empire no one talks about out loud and a CEO of a heritage company. We were never meant to fit but we did and we did not at the same time. All that until the fate tested us. Tested me. In a world where healing feels impossible, our bond became a refuge, a promise that no matter how dark the night, dawn was waiting. This is a story about the strength found in vulnerability, the power of a patient heart, and the beautiful, messy journey toward a love that saves. Credit to the original owner of picture used in cover. I do not own it. 7 in comfortcharacter on 20th August, 2025.

Seraphs and Shadows- A Hymn for the Fallen by elliementofsurprise

Bound by loss, forged by light. In a world trembling on the brink of ruin, a fallen princess with golden wings gathers a band of outcasts, dreamers, and warriors under a banner not of kingdom or conquest- but of hope. Haunted by shattered legacies and bound by wounds both visible and unseen, seven unlikely souls are thrust together by a twist of fate to stand against an ancient evil: Aldrathar, the Betrayer, a once-holy being turned harbinger of annihilation. From starlit forests to shattered citadels, from the darkest depths of forgotten catacombs to the very heavens themselves, they will battle not just monsters and tyrants, but the doubts within their own hearts. Love will bloom amidst bloodshed, loyalties will be tested in fire, and the price of salvation will be steeper than any of them could have dreamed. In the end, it is not crowns or power that will save their world- but the bonds of a ragtag family, and the light that refuses to die. Their wings are broken. Their fates are cursed. Their hearts are unyielding. Together, they will rise.

Next Time [Hamilton - LAMS] by Homie_Hammie

John hated the fact that he was a siren. He hated his tail that he was forced to tug everywhere. He hated that flirting was practically his second language. He hated his appeal to random sailors that happen to cross his path, but most of all he hated his voice. His "gift" that allowed him to lure in any man for his own personal desires. John could never imagine himself even being tempted to use his gift of song, but when he gets caught in a certain pirate's net, he may have to bend his own rules - for better or for worse. [LAMS] Started: July 24, 2018 Finished: August 13, 2018

The Silver Thread by LilyMAlbertine

In a land where shadows grow long and ancient songs fade into silence, a warrior cursed by time and a reborn hero walk paths destined to cross. Whispers of a forgotten lament-the complaint of the tainted pure-echo beneath the starlight, weaving sorrow and fate into every step. As an unseen thread tugs at the hearts of those who have forgotten, bonds lost to legend stir once more, binding them to a destiny neither fully remembers... yet neither can escape. "Fate weaves what memory cannot. In silence, the tainted pure still weep." Chapters to be published every Friday at 4:15 PM for now. Don't miss out on the adventure!

Luna Alyssa by elle7ane

He growl lowly as my breath become shallow from this steamy sessions. Within a second, he digs his canines into my skin, and moans escape my mouth at this newly found pleasures. He tightens his grip at my back, tugging at my shirt. My breath becomes heavy, and I scratch his neck lightly. He marked me. He keeps his teeth inside me for a while before slowly pulling out trying to not hurt me. He licked the mark and I can feel the sparks and tingles shivers down my skin. Not too strong, but significantly better than before. "I will never ever reject you." He says to me as he nuzzles his nose at the mark and growl dangerously low. "Mine."

Love Me Back to Life by Moondustglitter

"Small world," Jon said, his eyes crinkling faintly. "Yeah." Ella's tone was flat. But there was something about the way he looked at her, just like he'd noticed something under the surface. It softened her voice despite herself. "Weird coincidence." Jon smirked. "Weird? Or fate?" Ella rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched. "Definitely weird." When Ella meets Jon, she's drowning in a past she can't escape. He's everything she shouldn't want: charismatic, spontaneous - married. But in his presence, she feels alive, if only for a moment. Please note: This story explores mature emotional terrain. It includes scenes of intimacy, trauma recovery, and past violence (including PTSD). If those themes are not for you, please take care. If you're still with us-welcome. You're in good company. 💛

Valentine #1: Good Mornings by sohoaddison

disclaimer: the old title is summer soundtrack from my previous account. some lines will be updated and some lines will be removed but with the same story line. this story will be permanently here and be deleted in my other account. This is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or places or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. Reader discretion is advised. Copyright © 2019

How The Gods Must Weep by alrobinson66

Long before the Hollow Vale was ash and ruin, there was Eden. A realm of song and starlight, ruled by gods who bled emotion and sang creation into being. But even divinity is not immune to desire. When the Starborn Eris, chosen priestess of the Blooming Light, fell in love with Caelirion - a god forged from storm and sorrow - the Veil between realms tore. Their love was forbidden. Their betrayal, divine. And so, Eden burned. The gods were cast down. The Hollow Choir rose in their place... empty, vengeful echoes that devour memory and light. Eris was shattered. Caelirion was unmade. But the threads of fate are stubborn things. Centuries later, in a world drowned in silence, Eris awakens what remains of Caelirion from his ruin-bound prison. Together, they walk a path of fire, shadow, and fractured hope to reclaim what was lost, or to destroy what remains. This is not a tale of salvation. This is a love that breaks the gods.

My heart sings to see you (Young Elrond x Reader) by sephiro90

The sound of their singing, the eerie, mournful song of the whales drifts through the Void, the sound filling the air around you, a constant reminder of the changes you've brought about. The Outsider's grip tightens slightly, his arms wrapped around you in a protective, possessive embrace. "They're singing to us," he says quietly, a note of wonder in his voice, "To the Void, to our new connection, to the change we've brought." (Please do not use or publish my story without my consent!)

The Voice That Buried Names(Book 4 of the Hollow Voice Series by Plaguebringer666

The Voice That Buried Names Book Four of the Hollow Voice Saga Five years have passed since Nyss of the Hollow Voice last walked the blood-marked halls of memory. The world has grown quieter. The Black Wind's avatars no longer stir. And somewhere between sorrow and survival, Nyss and Lira have built a life-fragile, beautiful, and, for a time, untouched. But peace never forgets what silence hides. When Nyss begins to hear a name that should not exist-Vreth-Mal, a forgotten voice entombed in the language of nightmares-she is drawn into a hidden war older than the Choir, older even than Velcrith. Lira, still tethered to the spirit realm, reveals the existence of a lost resurrection song that may one day unmake death itself. And from the shadows, a new threat stirs: Kalen, a Whisperborne heretic seeking to unwrite the world by striking at its most sacred element-names. As a secret cult known only as The Maskless Choir rises in Nyss's name, declaring her a divine resistance to the Black Wind, cities begin to vanish-not burned, not broken, but erased entirely. Their names stripped, their people forgotten. And at the heart of it, a child once dreamed into being... now reborn as Velcrith's fractured echo. In a tale woven from ruin and love, remembrance and song, Nyss must confront the cost of being remembered, the terror of being worshipped, and the impossible task of protecting the woman she once pulled back from death... when death may now be the only mercy left.

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Silence And Honey

Silence and Honey I talked enough for both of us. He listened like he might never let go. Runerth Castellion was the boy with the sharpest eyes and the quietest heart. He didn't talk much-didn't smile much either. But he always showed up. For me. I had known him since we were twelve. Since I decided I was going to be his friend, whether he wanted one or not. I was the chatterbox play school teacher who sings songs about dinosaurs and glue sticks. He was the grumpy heir to a mafia empire no one talks about out loud and a CEO of a heritage company. We were never meant to fit but we did and we did not at the same time. All that until the fate tested us. Tested me. In a world where healing feels impossible, our bond became a refuge, a promise that no matter how dark the night, dawn was waiting. This is a story about the strength found in vulnerability, the power of a patient heart, and the beautiful, messy journey toward a love that saves. Credit to the original owner of picture used in cover. I do not own it. 7 in comfortcharacter on 20th August, 2025.