The Lair of the Ice Worm
By American_tabby_cat

"The Cavern of Riches," as nicknamed by all,
has mountains of treasures all stacked very tall.
It holds all the fortunes a pet could request,
However, there's one little difficult test.

A slumbering giant that guards the large mound,
has wrapped his long body of ice all around.
He's feared by most many; even Jeran the Knight
Would tremble and flee to the darkness of night.

This worm made of ice is the nightmare of pets;
His name always stops
The most stubborn protests.
So who is this legend?
Now, please hold your "meep"
Since the Snowager constantly
Wakes from his sleep.

The foolish of pets
That would think they are brave
Would creep to the beast of the vast, icy cave.
While trying to seize all great treasures untold,
A jingle of trinkets wakes fury of cold.

Enraged that possessions
Are snatched by those n00bs,
The Snowager lets out a shoot of ice cubes.
A blood-curdling roar that would make Razul bawl
Would cause the sharp icicles rapidly fall.

Attempting to flee from the frightening den,
They cry out for help, never heard from again.
More luckier pets that escaped don't prevail,
For they only have keychains
To prove their bold tales.

But if you've ignored all the warnings I gave,
And do think you're valiant, worthy and brave,
Keep very quiet, and please don't make haste;
The fearsome, great Snowager calmly awaits.

Facing the Meepit
By _Strabo_

I looked at it
It looked at me
It sat there pink and hairlessly
It peered at me through cold black eyes
I failed to see through their disguise.
"Hello,"
Cheerfully said I
"Hello?"
There was no reply
And standing there I wondered why
I did not know I was to...

I made no move
It made no sound
Between us there was little ground
And it was only then I found
My heart had begun to pound.
Flip flop.
I backed away
Clip clop.
It chased the prey
I tripped... a dreadful pause
The last things that I ever saw were jaws.

What is in a name?
By Lady_darkwater

What is in a name
That gives it so much power?
Think upon a rose,
Love's favored flower.

The rose would still smell the same
A lovely scent indeed,
But who would lift it to their nose,
If it were named stinkweed?

A gift upon the day you came,
A present from your mother.
By your name the whole world knows
Each little Neopet from another.

But a name is not a game
And must be chosen with great care.
For you are stuck with what she chose,
A burden some must bear.

And if you lose your name
Like one young faerie grey,
Your powers on the wind blows
In tatters far away.

How to get another name
The answer is not yet had.
And until someone somewhere knows
A faerie grey is sad.

Shadows of Razul
By _The_antagonist_

The vast cacophony of tears
Failing to quench the sand of years.
In the Lost Desert, so they say
Evil has more than found a way.

With burning flame, flowing cape,
Darkness takes its fearful shape
Crimson eyes glaring to all,
Who shall prevent Sakhmet's fall?

Heros are but fleeting joys
No more than mere kingly toys.
Long since perished they seem to be
In the shadows that engulf me.

Hope's light flick'ring, I call to you
To show that there are those still true.
Reveal the strength Neopia holds
Awaken the just, challenge the bold.

Allow the the bright sword to strike,
Dispersing all shadows alike.
Good shall conquer, evil shall fail,
So I shall hope to end this tale.

The Haunted Woods
By Spongebobfan484

Skeletal trees, black as ink,
Stand, tall and foreboding.
All clustering 'round the main attractions,
A collection of heart-stopping things.

Groans, wails, and screeches rise,
Strangling you with fear,
Drowning your ears in endless racket,
The noise noticeably austere.

Silvery threads of cobwebs dangle,
Attempting to block your way.
Spyders crawl out of hiding, slowly,
Feeding upon their prey.

Shadows dance upon the ground,
For sunlight is extinct.
Wind weaves through the shabby structures,
Its haunting shriek distinct.

A fire crackles feet ahead,
Revealing a Petpet shop.
"Flee, or suffer," a hunched janitor warns,
Threatening you with a mop.

You sprint, twigs cracking 'neath your feet,
His cold face etched in your mind.
The naked trees become scarcer and scarcer,
The horrors now stray behind.