Lets go to Meridell,
To play a game.
To win in Meristones,
Is my aim!
A blue Draik looks up at me
As I come in.
He says at loud:
"Oh, you wanna play again?"
I lay my money down,
And he deals out the rocks.
"Take a seat," he says,
"Unless you're scared to lose," he mocks.
It's my turn to go first.
"I cannot believe you're back for more."
I don't reply back,
But he says, "What are you waiting for?"
He taps his fingers aloud,
And I make my play,
I get to go again,
This game might last all day.
We each take our turns,
Him, and then me.
The question reigns in our minds:
"Who will the winner be?"
By now the game is tied,
And there is only one stone there,
Its right next to my pot,
He says: "Don't you dare!"
I reply, "Its too late for you,
Because I have just won."
He takes in a deep breath,
And declares, "This is no fun."
He hands over the money,
And I start to walk away,
But I know I will be back,
The Deserted Fairground
I approach the desolate plains,
That once held so much fun,
There must have been much pain,
When desertion first begun,
A dry wind chills me to the bone,
It seems to curses, and whisper threats,
I almost wish I had not come alone,
And perhaps this is a visit I will regret,
The skeletal forms of deserted rides,
Creak as they reminisce of children's joys,
The gift shops that once swelled with pride,
Are now a storage place for misshapen toys,
The roller coaster, expertly built,
Bears a Chia clown face, leers at all,
It's chipped track has begun to wilt,
And the carts are smashed against a rotten wall,
Yet as I get nearer to the unnerving surroundings,
I notice small glimmers of light,
All garbed in clothing quite astounding,
Some with ghostly faces, dark as night,
I approach the crude wheel,
with badly etched drawings,
Unsure whether to excite or despair,
I grip the skull handle, and hear faint roarings,
But I blame the sound on the wind in the air,
I step back slowly, and behold the marker,
To point our my victory, clear as day,
I hear a clash as the sky grows darker,
And one of my items just crumbles away,
I scowl in annoyance, and stride to the side,
My stomach rumbles, and my goal is in sight,
A wagon is bulging with food, doors wide,
I grab my neopoints, and step forwards in delight,
But as I come nearer, I notice the snacks,
Are not quite as beautiful as they seem,
Nails and old bats are hung upon racks,
And all the confection is a deep shade of green,
I clutch my stomach, and look for a place,
That I can perhaps collect a souvenir,
I see one with joy, and forwards I pace,
That is full of weapons, to fill opponents with fear,
As I come closer, I notice the commotion,
A crowd of people are arguing for deals,
I cannot think, or come up with a notion,
The din is so loud that it makes my head reel,
By the time I arrive, all have gone,
And all they have spared is a single insect,
It is so pathetic, I turn and run,
Unaware of the great weapon, that I did reject,
I finally head to the furniture shop,
And the stone Meowclops hiss,
and make my heart jump,
There are echoes of screaming,
then silence and Chop!
Along with several unidentified bumps,
So I leave, with disappointment
and much irritation,
The place was so horrific, I had to depart,
But on my way out, I have a confrontation,
With an eerie figure, concealed in the dark,
I cry out in terror, I can take no more,
I flee towards the light, with a feeling of dread,
If only I had realised what lay on the floor,
Was really a plushie without any head!