Flame of the Ghost Scorchio
By Anjie

Twisted flame doth split the fog,
Entwines in spectral mist.
Lights the shroud of shadowed sky,
Then ceases to exist.
A breath of fire, forged in heat,
Crimson, cast in gold.
Forth from creature's phantom shape
Do grasping flames unfold.

A Scorchio of spectre form,
His form a pallid hue.
Doth breathe forth molten, fiery rage
That cold mist can't subdue.
The Haunted Woods his hunting ground,
On moonlit nights he's seen.
Shimmering, translucent wings,
Alight with sickly sheen.

A species known for their will
To exhale crimson flame.
But this Scorchio, the ghost,
Is hardly quite the same.
The flame that comes with fury's roar,
Shall gleam with phantom's light.
Cold as moonlight is itself,
It splits the eerie night.

Onyx evening brings him forth,
To walk deserted road.
To some this realm is fear itself,
And yet, it's his abode.
With wrath that scarlet gaze alights,
So luminous, yet bleak.
The Scorchio of ghostly hue,
Whose name most fear to speak.

Sloth's Invasion
By Keikotoriyamacatnip

Beyond the reaches of light,
Into the cosmos deep,
A space station looms,
Seething evil it does keep.

A scientific greed is bred,
From the inventions within.
Weapons of mass destruction,
Cause plotting villains to grin.

Dastardly intentions fuel
A plan carried to absolution,
Nothing will recompense,
Only severe retribution.

A flash of the eyes,
Quick gesture of the hand.
The command has been made,
To attack a neighbouring land.

Thousands of battleships fly
Through the empty void of space,
Headed toward Kreludor,
To attack the Grundo race.

Onslaught after onslaught,
Platoons continue to advance,
Capturing those left behind,
Leaving nothing to chance.

A fleeting army of shadows,
The resistance reverberates.
Will Dr. Sloth be victorious?
All can only speculate...

The Teemyte's Frown
By Wizsard

As you stared through the window of a shop,
You stared in awe -- you are amazed.
The adorable little Petpets smile,
You sat there and you gazed.

They pranced about so daintily,
You didn't look away.
You didn't look to the corner,
Where the Teemyte stays.

A frown glued to his dreary face,
Those gaping big blue eyes.
Nobody ever noticed him,
He just sits there and cries.

He was taken from his home,
In the green, forest earth.
Taken from his family,
Almost right at birth.

He longs to be released,
Though he is never bought.
The Teemyte's frown will live forever,
And his happiness will not.

The Werelupe
By Forever_in_a_day

As moonlight casts an eerie glow
There's movement on the earth below.
A friendly Lupe begins to stir
Peculiar noises pierce the air.
A rip, a rustle, something very strange --
The Lupe awakes and starts to change.
His eyes glow green and his claws grow long;
His paws get bigger and he's twice as strong.
Fellow Lupes flee into the darkness of night.
Woe betide those who suffer his bite!
The Werelupe is born under the menacing moon.
Don't worry, he'll be himself again soon.
A ghastly howl will chill your bones
As he stalks the forest that he calls home,
Terrifying those who are unfortunately near.
Even his friends will cower in fear,
For a Werelupe is a most horrible sight,
Winding through the trees in the sinister night.
But as the sun begins to rise,
The malice will disappear from his eyes. His threatening demeanour will vanish, and then...
He'll be that friendly Lupe once again.

Hissi Ghost
By Reggieman721

Hissi ghost of blue-green glow
Doth lurk in passages below.
He slinks through stony corridors
And frightens many visitors.

Geraptiku was once his home,
But now he must in dark tomb roam.
Deserted, save for rock and moss,
Once thriving, now all life is lost.

The Hissi ghost with eyes of red
May look like horrid living dead.
And yet inside, his instinct lies:
Protect the Tomb; keep up the guise.

Though scary without, he's lost within,
His heart is full of deep chagrin.
The ghost of times that long since passed
Doth think of times that did not last.

Geraptiku, his home, his love,
Deserted Tomb guards from above.
And he, the lonely Hissi ghost
Can feel its poignant sorrow most.