Zaqa the Royal Draik
By Anjie

Luminous is the violet sheen,
Her mirrored scales glow.
Beneath the coral, fragile wings,
Small flecks of indigo.
Serpentine those coils shift,
Her talons stretch and curl.
Exquisite motion, Zaqa stands,
And rose-hued wings unfurl.

Elegant Draik's neck extends,
Soft gaze observes the skies.
Cobalt clouds of velvet silk,
Reflect within her eyes.
Subtle motion, talons clench,
Each muscle locks in tight.
Dramatic swoop of violet wings,
She launches into flight.

Climbing clouds of Meridell,
The friendly breeze so soft.
Sunlight guides the Draik's webbed wings,
She'll ride the winds, aloft.
Spiralling so slowly down,
To rest on turret's peak.
The castle walls the perfect perch,
For Royal Draik to seek!

Coiled there, she lifts her head,
Emits a mighty roar!
Flames explode on fiery breath,
And twisting high they soar.
Inferno signal is Draik's call,
Her welcome to the night.
Announcing presence all her own,
With breath of fire's light.

Midnight settles, there she rests,
Her jewelled crown doth glow.
It glimmers like a beacon, bright,
To those who pass below.
As regal beauty perches high,
Exquisite sight she'll make.
Zaqa, elegant and rare,
A vision, Royal Draik.

A Night on Krawk Island
By Mithril_mithrandir

The wild waves churn to and fro,
Nighttime claims the sky;
Clouds obscure the bright, bright moon
From its throne so high.
Across the sea, the soft, dull splash
Of muffled oars does travel,
While conspiring whispers hiss like fires,
And secret plots unravel.

And the night is dark, cooled by the breeze,
With Weewoos crying in the trees.

Unseen, unheard, unknown by all,
A ship makes dock in dead of night,
With cutlasses, torches, they flood out,
Pirates in their ring of light.
Into town they charge, though wary of
The smallest twig that cracks,
In secrecy they plunder, steal,
And they hurry to get back.

By night they steal, in the breeze,
With Weewoos crying in the trees.

And suddenly, the town does stir,
They're wide-eyed; they're awake,
Armed with swords and knives and forks --
Their riches pirates won't take.
But the pirates won't give up either,
Their effort's fruit near ripe,
They must resist and take their loot --
This means one thing: a fight.

In night swords clash, sound carried by breeze,
Heard by Weewoos crying in the trees.

The sound of steel on shining steel
Rings loud across the land,
As the fighters jab and dodge and jump,
For several hours' span.
And then there is a crackle, a scream,
A great fire leaps up high,
The pirates flee; the town does burn,
The flames licking the sky.

Then the night falls silent, but for the breeze,
And Weewoos crying in the trees.

Hesitance in the Haunted Woods
By Fallingroses

"Come test your strength!" the Mynci cried
And I looked on with widened eyes
As Neopets of every shape and size
Stepped forward, focused on the prize.

"For a mere pittance you will see
Exactly how strong you can be!"
I said, "Thanks, but it's not for me --
I'll watch, but I won't pay the fee."

And so the hammer rose again
And hit the target's centre then,
While I knew it was all in vain
For the loss was greater than the gain.

"Come test your strength!" the Mynci said.
I thought I might step up instead
And so I did, and with great dread
I struck the centre of the target red.

The marker rose into the sky
And I looked on with widened eyes
And found out soon, to my surprise
That I would soon possess the prize!

And so to you I repeat this:
Never, ever let the risk
Of losing stop you from playing the game
Because sometimes, there's a worthwhile gain.

Gargrall the Grim
By Yoyote

Nobody ever sees him,
though his power darkly binds.
Scores of Petpets slave for him
In his evil Tyrannian mines.
And deep within those damp, dark mines
He watches.

That Gargrall is a cunning one;
He's set up all kinds of traps.
Of those who've tried to flee, every one
has met with unfortunate mishaps.
And deep beneath his dungeon steps
He roars.

Blocked by fire and daggers and stone,
All exit routes are shut up tight.
The poor Petpets toil on and on
Hauling out rubies gleaming bright.
And deep upon his rich dark throne
He laughs.

No Grarrl can match his power,
his cunningness or his hate,
But while other Grarrls can cheer
And party and celebrate,
He can only hide in his lair
Alone.

The Fall of Lord Kass, Darigan Eyrie
By Scenette

Skies of a Citadel, centuries old,
Deep in the realms of a world untold.
Sinister castles, and battles, and foes --
For Lord Kass, evil is the path that he chose.

Towering shadows follow his lead,
Power is his goal; to feast upon greed
The fall of Darigan was then but a dream,
Now is his chance to prove himself, rule supreme.

Invisible demons and their demanding ways,
Kass sends out dozens of frightening convoys
To defeat the innocent Meridell folk
"Victory will be ours!" the terrible Lord spoke.

Kass prowls in morbid castle cell
Waiting for Skarl -- then he'll cast his spell.
Meridell will be his, that is for sure;
The Citadel's wrath the townsfolk will endure.

A horde of heroic knights storm in;
But Lord Kass won't give up, no, he won't give in!
It's his destiny to conquer each and every land.
He calls the shots -- he's no longer the underhand.

The skies are crimson as the battle commences
The Meridell knights fight on with vengeance;
They'll save their city, no matter what it takes!
Lord Kass may have just made
One too many mistakes.

Final slash is taken, and Kass does but fall.
It was once within his reach, now he's lost it all.
Will he rise again? Will he fulfill his dreams?
He's abandoned the Citadel;
They're over now, it seems.