KOI DAY SPECIAL

A Koi's Tale
By Parmadur

When April's tides have swelled with rain
And May has come at last,
Then creatures of the deep awake
And think of oceans vast.

No more content to stay at home,
A pilgrimage they take.
To see Maraqua, city vast,
They come from sea and lake.

A group of Neopets began
From Meridell's far shore,
And hoping to make time swim by,
They took turns sharing lore.

An old green Koi was first to speak,
And here's the tale he told
About King Kelpbeard's history
And pirates' lust for gold...

A city glistened in the light
Of dawn's first rays of cheer
And though 'twas filtered through the waves
Maraqua's domes shone clear.

But then a smudge blocked out the day,
With greedy eyes it glared
At all the riches not its own
And so for war prepared.

A hundred arms, a hundred feet
And fifty voices strong,
The pirate ship began to fire
Into the peaceful throng.

Maraqua's citizens were shocked,
Their homes now torn and rent
They cried out to their king in fear,
And called with loud lament.

King Kelpbeard led his troops to war
And set upon their foes.
They slashed and fought and swam and dodged
And took some mighty blows.

But when it seemed the tide had turned
And Kelpbeard's troops might win,
The pirate captain sneered and said
"It's now time to begin."

A whirling maelstrom of doom
Swept down from skies of lead.
It plunged beneath the ocean's waves
And Kelpbeard stared in dread.

He couldn't warn his people of the
Curse that came their way,
He had to watch in agony
While homes were crushed like clay.

The whirlpool ravished all that stood
Upon the ocean's floor.
And when the twirling tide fell still,
Maraqua was no more.

And though Maraqua stands again
And Kelpbeard rules once more,
His memories are just as keen
As in those days of yore.

A burning rage toward buccaneers,
Suspicion of the land,
Still break upon King Kelpbeard's thoughts
Like waves that pound the sand.

And someday, in some future time,
His hatred might recede,
But for the moment, pirates all,
Of Kelpbeard's wrath take heed.

This is my Ocean Home
By Brilliance109p

A ripple in the lightened waves,
A soft and silent spin,
A stir so small it's barely there
Comes from the deep within.

I glide without a single sound,
My tail; it steers me north,
With fins - transparent and yet so strong
It takes me gently forth.

I dive and spin and dance with glee,
Amongst the garden bright;
Of ferns and kelp and algae plants
That glimmer in the light.

My koi sense tells me danger's near...
A great Maraquan Grarrl!
I dart away; but just in time
To hear his fading snarl.

I am a Koi; I swim these waves,
Across the blue I roam,
I share the dreams of pirate's gold;
This is my ocean home.

Serenity of the Rainbow Koi
By Anjie

Flicker in a pool, serene,
A silken rainbow soon is seen.
A flash as fins do drift along,
Such motion to the water's song.
Bright colors drift along her form,
They shift and change, and then transform.

Such lazy patterns she doth trace,
Each motion made with timeless grace.
Transparent tail drifts so slow,
Long fins flick back, relaxed and low.
Reflection on her scales plays,
A wistful gleam in stunning gaze.

A sudden dart, her movements swift,
In crystal cobalt she does drift.
Alluring, such a stunning view,
Serenity, though seen by few.
Inspiration in her eyes,
Something magic, old and wise.

The softest vision, she may seem,
A Rainbow beauty, glossed with sheen.
A creature of a brilliant hue,
Her form a stunning thing to view.
Those fins alight with gentle glow,
The patterns of her own rainbow.

A Koi Treasure
By Laurelinden

Seaglass lapped by years of waves,
Scales rained down from flashing fish;
Deep within the secret caves
Lies all a Koi could ever wish.

Jewels of a sunken ship,
Coins forgotten years ago.
Colored coral, bubble-dipped,
To give it a more shiny glow.

Sands from all the reaching seas,
Speckled algae, indigo,
An ancient tooth old as stories;
Some claim even now it grows.

Schools of tiny flitting fish
Dart within these hidden caves,
Little knowing, as they swish,
What glory lies beneath these waves.

Shells of clams and bits of stone,
Things of color and of shine,
A seaweed wrap round as a crown
And to Koi every bit as fine.

Some passing blindly think it trash,
Green with algae, piled below,
But to the Koi it is a stash
Of the finest things they know.