An Item 'Twas Lost
By Cloudpuffpuff
Lingering before the foul oak trunk,
Amid the tallest trees,
Every olive branch, each green leaf,
Quivers in oncoming breeze.
Neopia's own darkest woods,
Haunted, some claim to be,
None have proven, for none returned,
To speak what they last see.
My lower lip trembles furiously,
Fear creeps over me,
As I stumble past unruly, rocky terrain,
Knowing success is locked; my courage is key.
I thought I could handle it,
Thought I could prove,
Thought I could show I could live on my own,
As if it were enough to be constantly on the move.
I never allowed my abandonment,
Cunningly fled when I had the chance,
Now I am lost in endless rocky woods,
As I hobble by, I stiffen my perturbed glance.
A deep shadow seems to linger on,
Behind a solid green bush.
It approaches ever rapidly,
Hovering over ground lush.
Inky blue body,
Tattered at ends,
Advances on proudly,
With a sack it defends,
The sack -- curious enough,
Is slick black and scratched,
Hangs down low by his feet,
Mouldy and patched,
Two horns peeping out,
Above his head,
A devilish mouth,
Fangs sharp and heavy as lead,
Two glowering eyes,
Oval-shaped and red,
Peer upon victims,
Inflicting dread.
"I shall take from you,
Your most precious item,
Watch you break down and cry,
No use trying to fight 'em.
You see, every Neopian
Has a thing dear to themselves,
It may be a Petpet,
Perhaps a plushie or Felf.
No matter what,
I shall take this from you,
No use hiding: Bring it here!
I shall discover yours, too.
What lies in this sack
Is each Neopian's dream,
A paint brush, a cookie,
Nudged beside each seam.
Add yours to the collection,
And you will be done with me.
'Til I come back again,
You cannot escape with a plea."
I boldly sit,
But cower within, deeply in fear,
Then I explain to him,
What I hold dear:
"Pant Devil, I'm sorry,
But you are too late.
All that is dear to me
Has been replaced by thick hate.
I've been abandoned,
To my home I cannot come,
My disease of Chickaroo has yet to subside,
I've lost my source of income.
I've discovered I'm not wanted,
(clearly the biggest blow yet),
Lost the family I never truly had,
Lost my prized Usuki Collectors Set.
There is nothing left to take from me,
For as you can clearly see,
I have nothing -- not a single house key --
Please, if you would, let me be."
At this, the formidable monster before me
Cried, tears dropping down his blue cheeks.
His fangs gave way to a hideous frown,
Having not found what he most desperately seeks.
"What am I, young one,
If not for my thievery?
With my reputation gone,
What is my burglary?
You have dishonoured me,
Leaving no goods,
Now I must flee,
To other parts of these woods."
My bravery increased,
At the sight of this impressive feat,
But what I saw next,
Increased ten-fold this defeat.
Vira was sulking behind a tree,
A glint from her mirror was all I could see,
She had horror in her eyes, a stare of disbelief,
At what I had done, she just couldn't agree,
There was the Shadow Usul,
Only barely seen
By the mirror; the crystalloid figure's sharp glare,
And, my, was she keen,
She noticed I hadn't intended to do such harm,
She contemplated how this could possibly be so,
As the Usul wondered what made the Pant Devil rid
Himself of these parts, she came slowly to know.
All of them fled, several ghouls, witches, and beasts,
All terrified, horror-struck, or completely confused,
A few of them cried, a few of them sighed,
A few of them had continuously mused.
I left the creeping woods,
Then approached the Pound.
I couldn't believe it, back there I was scared,
Now here I was perfectly sound.
But I was at a tremendous loss,
For I had not a thing,
Was locked behind bars,
Too depressed to twirl, dance, or sing.
That's when an ocean-blue Flotsam swam by,
Glided across the floor with a smile spread wide,
She spotted me, gasped,
And quickly cried,
"Let's adopt this one!
Her, yes, she is perfect.
I sense in her beauty,
Love, and intellect."
With that, I was ushered to a loving home,
There were many beauteous things,
But more beauteous those now dear to me,
I had jewels, crystals, diamond rings,
I had food, delectable and delicious in taste,
I had toys without a single crack,
And this made me wary, for now,
With these gifts blessed upon me,
I must be ready to defend against
The next Pant Devil attack.
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