A Tribute to Neopia's Villains
By Dianacat777

The land of Neopia is sunny and bright,
Peace and serenity, flooded with light,
But one can't forget the denizens of night...

Trapped in a token among the stars bright,
Vanquished for Neopia's darkest plight --
Dr. Sloth is gone forever... right?

Lips twist to form a coy smile,
Eyes no traitor to Krawley's wiles,
Another poor pet enthralled, beguiled.

Vira, Vira, once so fair,
With dreams pristine and debonair,
Now caught in Vanity's twisted snare.

Ylana Skyfire, mercenary devout,
Never holds back; she fights all-out
And she's got it in for a certain scout...

So as you travel below Neopian skies,
Heed my words and keep your eyes wide,
Because Neopia has quite the darker side.

A Pirate Krawk Shanty
By Xits

Dagger clutched in scaly claw,
He climbs atop the mast.
A dashing rogue in worn tunic,
Be careful! He moves quite fast!

Sailing 'mongst the crashing waves,
He roams the endless sea.
The ship and ocean are his home,
Out here, he feels so free.

Propelled by eastern winds,
He sets his course to west.
Travelling toward rich bounty,
And perhaps a treasure chest!

Wooden mug grasped in claw,
He sings a raucous tune.
Pirate Krawk sails on 'til dawn,
Beneath a silvery moon.

A glint of gold, a sparkling gem,
Drives this ole Krawk insane.
He'll travel far to distant lands,
To loot and pilfer again.

The Thief and the Snowager
By Firefox97ink

The wind's icy breath howled softly,
A cry to the world down below.
A silent plea, calling to thee,
Swirling above the mountain of snow.

A lone Lupe was silently trotting,
Though he knew his hike might lead to his grave.
His fur was green, his eyes were keen,
And he easily spotted the cave.

He stepped inside tentatively,
Darkness swirled around him, unbidden.
With a scarf 'round his neck, he continued his trek,
To explore the cave for the danger that lay hidden.

He turned a corner and stopped dead.
In front of him lay a giant ice worm.
Though he expected a roar, he received a snore,
The Lupe stood brave and firm.

The Snowager, for that's who it was,
Lay sleeping atop a massive hoard.
The Lupe silently crept 'round the beast as he slept
And reached the back of the cave
Where the best was stored.

His motive was simple indeed.
Get the best of the toys while the worm is asleep.
He'd take the toys to sell, it'd pay him quite well,
And with his sack the thief began to creep.

The Lupe had almost made it to safety,
The entrance was not far from him,
When his bulging sack scraped the Snowager's back,
And he feared for life and limb.

The blue eyes glared outward angrily,
And the beast's forked tongue darted out.
The beast slid forward, speaking no word.
Of his quest, the Lupe began to doubt.

With a quick turn, the Lupe made his exit,
Leaving the Snowager a bewildered beast.
Who was this Lupe who had left him duped,
Without even a morsel on which to feast?

The Lupe sniggered quietly as he made his escape;
The Snowager was a simpleton creature.
Surely he was the king of these fanciful things,
And the prince of thieves with a sneaking feature.

He stood still in the swirling snow.
In front of him stood many Petpets.
All Snowickles armed with sharp icicles,
The Lupe knew his fate had been met.

So if you're in need of quick money
And you need it fast to go,
Heed this tale, like the warning toll of a bell,
Don't steal from the worm of the snow!

Bruno, Cursed
By Anjie

Temptation is a sorry thing,
Few know the evil it can bring.
One poor Gelert, I'm sad to say,
Did learn his lesson the hard way.

One word from stranger's lying tongue,
A mind in sorrow, far too young.
One sip of potion, foul and dark,
All from that wicked Krawk's remark.

A second lost in ancient time,
And all seemed perfect, so sublime.
From awkward youth to hero, grand,
Now tall and proud would Bruno stand!

It backfired, we knew it would,
(For strangers' gifts are never good!)
Such darker magics were released,
The poor Gelert now seemed a beast.

He mutated just overnight,
Once handsome, now a horrid sight.
Muscles bulged in vulgar form,
To a brute, he did transform.

Now banished from his very home,
Into the woods would Bruno roam.
His life was bleak, his future grave,
A haven found in dark, damp cave.

Within this sacred space he stayed,
The months to years did slowly fade.
Now little more than vicious beast,
And from the spell not yet released.

A potion changed the Gelert's life,
Brought only heartache, fear and strife.
The message we might hope you've heard,
Is never trust a stranger's word.

A Trip To Krawk Island
By Forever_in_a_day

Pack your dubloons, we're taking a trip,
All aboard the pirate ship!
We'll sail the seas to that infamous land,
But keep your weapons close at hand,
For pirates lurk and pillagers roam
On this curious island they call their home.
But don't you worry if they come near --
We'll brandish our swords if they should appear!
So take heart and follow me to land!
Tread fast across the golden sand.
How about a visit to the Smugglers Cove?
If we're lucky we'll find a treasure trove!
A game of Deck Swabber? Bilge Dice? Deck Ball?
A myriad of games guaranteed to enthrall!
Cap'n Threelegs is waiting to train your pet
To be the best swashbuckler yet!
There's also Buried Treasure, so I'm told,
Pick the right ticket and win some gold!
What better memento could there possibly be
To remind you of your trip across the murky sea?
So if you're thinking of visiting this exciting place
Hurry along, no time to waste!
I guarantee that you will not regret --
Krawk Island is a place you can't forget!