BLUMAROO DAY SPECIAL

Rohane
By Yoyote

'Twas a small sunny world that saw him start
Upon his adventurous path --
His mum said goodbye with a churning heart
And gave him his dad's sword of wrath.

So off he went, to protect and to conquer,
And along the way he found friends:
A mage, a ranger, and a ruddy-faced healer
Who helped him get out of dead ends.

Together they travelled far and wide,
From desert sand to dreamy cloud;
Wherever they went, they were met with pride,
For their deeds of virtue echoed loud.

Many a monster fell to his blade;
Many a town was reborn --
But he never stayed long to watch the parade,
For he and his friends must move on.

He wanted no glory or golden money,
Other than to clothe, arm, and feed;
He carried a heavy responsibility --
There was always a village in need.

He fought for the souls that Darkness threatened;
He struggled on beyond the pain.
Let all Neopia cheer for the Blumaroo legend,
For the noble young heart of Rohane.

The Darkest Blumaroo
By Iridaceous

Upon an island lively and bright
Sits a castle shrouded in eternal night.
Behind the crumbling walls of stone
A frightful figure dwells alone.
Adorned in ebony and blood-red hue,
He is the darkest Blumaroo.

A malevolent glint in his eye
Warns many a visitor who passes by.
They hear his laughter, harsh and low,
While he hides, bound to shadow.
He is to be feared by me and you...
He is the darkest Blumaroo.

The Blumaroo was cast away aeons ago
For his wicked deeds and spreading woe.
Years slunk by while he was asleep,
And that darkened heart, he did keep.
Now, once more, he rises anew:
He, the darkest Blumaroo.

Never to emerge in light of noon --
Instead, waking to the glow of the moon,
Gleeful only when playing his foul game,
Lowering levels and bringing pets to shame.
Would you play a match of Deadly Dice too,
With the darkest Blumaroo: Count Von Roo?

Rumors of Garoo
By Anjie

Hidden is the vile beast,
Sinister his threat.
Watching, waiting,
Seething, hating,
Time has not come yet.

Servant of the one named Sloth,
Loyal to the end.
Vicious, dark,
Wicked, stark,
To bad to comprehend.

Commander of invading force,
Garoo, one to abhor.
Grundos' pain,
Garoo's bleak reign,
And Virtupets, a war.

Blumaroo in armour sharp,
His form by steel defined.
Battle lost,
High the cost,
A fate for him, unkind.

Evil comes from evil deeds,
Garoo now on the run.
Hiding, fearing,
Return nearing?
Beware, the vicious one!

Awaiting master's call to arms,
Somewhere deep in the dark.
Plotting, scheming,
Darkly dreaming,
Plans so bleak, so dark.

Grundos tell in whispers hushed,
The tales of Garoo.
Vicious, cruel,
An endless rule,
A wicked Blumaroo.

The Red Knight
By Concertogreat_8

The Red Knight. (Rides forth,
Away to battle goes, following the
Long road, full of danger and thieves)

The Red Knight. (Goes on, to combat he
Must, and seeking ever a quest that befits
Such a tall Blumaroo knight as he)

Onward and over, under and out.
No room in his head for doubt.

The Red Knight. (Meets foes; deadly
And strong; battles them he does, sends them
Scurrying home to Mother and Father)

The Red Knight. (Such a ruthless Blumaroo
Has never been seen such as he; proud but
Deadly, we should all be afraid)

Up-thrust and downcut into lout,
No room in his head for doubt.

The Red Knight. (They once accused him
Of cheating; where are they now? Where
Is he now? Not with them)

The Red Knight. (Yellow Knight, Blue Knight,
Green Knight. But none of them are the Red Knight.
Who is he? Who are they? Don't want to know)

Ride away fast, with frying pan,
They can't catch him, nobody can.

The Red Knight. (Dishonest sir. Hope you don't
Meet this certain Blumaroo today, else it
Very well may be your last)