ACARA DAY SPECIAL

Vira's Wish
By Schefflera

A vain Acara once did play
In meadows fair. One lovely day,
"To me, to me, may beauty be,
Beyond all others that I see!"

This wish she cried aloud and dared,
This wish along the scented air
Did drift and shimmer to the ears
Of those who love to play on fears.

"Oh yes, you're pretty," whispered back
A shadowed voice, "but you lack
The beauty true that I can give
And only I, long as you live."

The Three that heard her wish and will
Are hungers that cannot be filled,
Ambition, Greed, Revenge -- you try,
But never are they satisfied.

Now Vira twisted first with glee,
But all too soon she came to see,
Her new appearance wasn't quite
What she'd desired -- it was a fright!

The false-gift beauty withered soon,
And now beneath the dark new moon
Does Vira spread her deadly touch
Across the flowers loved so much.

The mirror's gaze showed not-quite-true,
Until at last it ate her through.
Delight it showed at first, and then
Befouled her mind and soul and skin.

And now she loves to poison eyes
With mirror's whispers and its lies.
Look the once, and share delight;
When it fades, then share your plight.

Fernypoo's Temper
By Sandbar

What a lovely young lady
With shimmering eyes,
A father's girl smile,
And charming, royal lies.

She'll talk real sweet,
Bat her blueberry lashes,
Play cards like she's on fire
And leave you in ashes.

But later in the game,
Princess starts to sweat,
You've got her thinking
She might lose the bet.

And so her smile cracks,
Her ears slowly flatten,
She throws a schoolgirl fit,
Her cheeks begin to fatten.

About to explode,
She throws down her hand,
You'd think a wealthy girl
Would be a bit more bland!

Beauty Played a Game
By Hermionechochang

Her fur is gleaming and immensely lush,
Kept that way with mirror and brush,
Her eyes, they sparkle delightedly,
If only it weren't for her vanity.

Powdered and primped she makes such a sight,
Strolling about in the broad daylight,
Fluff up your curls, oh bonny one,
For soon you'll be shying away from the sun.

She bounds into a blossoming field,
Exhibiting all of her charming appeal,
Threading the flowers into her locks,
Now is when opportunity knocks.

A goddess's form she wishes to take,
A wish of ultimate beauty she makes,
A dark voice whispers from thin air,
It promises to make her fairest of fair.

But, oh, an awful change takes place,
Her dainty features drain from her face,
Gnarled horns sprout up from her ugly head,
In place of baby-blues, are blood-reds instead.

From then she creates on cruel impulse
Mirrors whose reflections are sure to repulse.
Beauty chose to play a game,
But all she gained from it was shame.

Princess Fernypoo
By Rebel_Seraph

A glittering crown of shining gold,
A string of purple pearls,
Gloating o'er her defeat of me,
In a victory dance she twirls.

Fernypoo, fair Fernypoo!
The clever mistress of Cheat!
With skill and guile and a charming smile
Which not even Illusen can beat.

The final round was nervewracking,
She had one card, I had two.
"One five," she said, laying it down;
"Cheat!" I cried, hoping it was true.

Then she smiled a devilish smile,
And I knew that I was wrong,
Crestfallen, I departed
And went to write this poem.