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The sands of time blow ever slowly,
Brushing away the scars of war,
Peace there will be, eventually,
In time it'll come, but not before.
So long ago, it was a beautiful land,
Where the rich were all, the poor were none,
And happy were the lives of each,
The wealth was shared 'mongst everyone.
But a cloud would fall upon this land
From the greed of one corrupted king,
His power was great, his temper short,
Intent on ruling everything.
What happens now, the war drums beat,
The clash of steel we know will come,
The lives of many are at risk right now,
Will the land succeed, or will it succumb?
The Storm on Mystery Isle
The waves once pure now broken,
Upon rocks they could not reach.
Will they take me as a token?
Where I stand, shall they breach?
Lightning rampages forth,
Leaving images in its wake.
Great winds arise from the north,
Swiping up what they can take.
Thunder crashing overhead
Causes me to panic.
Feeling terrible dread;
The scene before me manic.
My eyes obscured by the rain --
Don't know what's going on around,
All I feel is so much pain,
As I'm falling to the ground.
On the dark beach I await,
The storm draws ever near.
I wish for solace from my fate,
With each strike now falls a tear.
Glimpses of Evil
Listen close, young boys and girls,
As I warn you of evils in our fair world.
Not all our folk are kind and fun.
Some are cruel, and care for none.
A rustle of leaves and a sudden chill,
Means the Shadow Usul is here to kill.
Your pet may be strong and bold,
But can they save you from this evil of old?
Clutch your purse when the raven caws,
Lest the Pant Devil reveals his claws.
He'll rob you blind, and with a laugh
Break your favourite toy in half.
We know not his past and we know not his plans,
But all have learned to fear this man.
From the greatest of faeries
To the humblest moth,
None are safe from the wrath of Sloth.
All Bori fear the awesome might
Carried by the Bringer of Night.
He once was imprisoned, he once was emtombed,
He's now escaped, and all Bori may be doomed.
Hubrid Nox, a vile beast,
An innocent's blood is his foul feast.
A Chia he was, but that was before.
He's now a vampire, forevermore.
The Jelly Chia may seem friendly,
But his intentions are truly deadly.
While most jelly is fun to slurp and chew,
This jelly will try to slurp YOU.
Many fear the wicked Jhudora
For her cunning ways and fearsome aura.
Her patience is not a thing to test,
As pain and torture are what she knows best.
Children, the hour grows late indeed,
I hope my poem you will heed.
The surface I have naught but dented
Of evil things, both born and invented.
But some warning is better then none, they say,
And what I've told you may well
Save your life someday.
And as long as you believe
In what's good and what's right,
Your pets shall protect you from evil. Goodnight.
I didn't mean to do it,
what I did to you.
But it didn't sell in stores,
so I fed the horrible brew.
You bubbled before my eyes,
ugly wings you grew.
Now you are all different,
now you're something new.
I don't think that I like it,
that yellow doesn't suit.
I should've gone with Kougra,
Buzz wasn't the right route.
Your jawline is too far out,
you're way too far from cute.
A green Lupe was so elegant,
and now you're ugly to boot!
But the avatar's so pretty,
MUTANT spelled in white.
Even if you're sickening,
I will look just right.
Atop a barren shelf he sits
His dark eyes set and bright;
Forgotten, shunned, he sits and waits --
He makes for an odd sight.
And by himself he wonders yet --
Why was he ignored?
When other plushies, those like him
Were pampered and adored.
Appealing though he might not look --
And wicked he appeared;
As through his sneer no one could see,
Directly he was feared.
But past the jagged teeth and smile
He really meant no harm;
A loyal friend he would have made,
Of faithfulness and charm.
And still he hopes to passing day
For someone to befriend;
And through his mask for those to see --
His lonesomeness to mend.
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