Ode to Old Maraqua
By Gueswhat123

What secrets lie beneath thy doom,
Oh tell us of thy perilous flight,
Of danger that o'er you did loom,
And still threatens to this very night.

Were you tossed by endless quakes,
Shaking off your foundation of solid stone,
Or was more unnatural your sorry fate,
Of evil down below.

Was there a struggling battle,
Which uprooted your very core,
Or a simple dabble,
Which evolved to something more.

Was there a single person
To hold for all the blame,
Or was mass destruction done
By many and the same.

These questions may never be answered,
These theories may never hold true,
But until you proclaim your memoir,
These queries we hold unto you.

Geraptiku
By Fireandhemlock

Over the ocean and over the sea,
We the enchanted are anxious to be
Evermore freed from an ancient curse,
Cast on our island by malevolent verse

We the invisible, we the unseen,
We have been witness to all that has been,
Hear now our message
Through songs of your time
Tell now our story to all that you find.

See now our city so ancient and true,
Follow our footsteps and then maybe you
Will find all the answers you seek from our lives,
And ever remember the shades of the wise.

Abandoned our houses and unknown our lives,
Our spirits live on, the ghosts of our tribes,
Our temple is deep in the forests and lies
A dangerous place to who ventures inside.

We have been sending this unspoken cry
And helped those among you
Who lead chosen lives,
Now you may help us and find in our land
The key to our curse and the freedom to stand.

Statue
By Imagine12311279

Down in the deep of Maraqua
Amongst the muck and weeds
Where ruins are the homes of fish
And old food is the feed,
There is a statue of one faerie
So menacing, yet so fair,
That raises a question in one's mind:
How and why was she put there?
She seems to be struggling
Against her stone bonds,
Anger and pain etched in her young face,
Such majesty and fury doth seem
Amongst the broken, quite displaced.
Her eyes wander heavenward,
Her fists clenched in frustration,
Her wings straining to fly,
Searches for air with adoration.
Was she an innocent, unfairly cast
To spend eternity in sand and stone?
Or was she punished for a wrong,
One she committed alone?
Down deep, deep in Maraqua
Amongst the old city, bold and brave,
Where ruins are crumbling and aging
Where time is too late to save,
There is a statue of one faerie,
So proud, yet so fair,
That raises a question in my mind:
How and why was she put there?

Of the Cheerful Flowper
By B00mcat_13

The Flowper is a cheerful soul,
A funny little fellow.
His tongue is green, his stripes are gold
He has a coat that's yellow.

His tail is long, his paws are brown,
He has a friendly face;
Large ears he uses to float down
When stuck in a high place.

Large of heart yet small of size
He weighs only one pound,
He has a twinkle in his eyes
As he lands, lightly, upon the ground.

The Flowper has a zest for life
And rejoices in being alive;
He's also greatly coveted
With a rarity of ninety-five.

O! delightful Flowper
Thou art such a marvel to behold;
With thine large abundant ears, and heart,
That most kindly, cheerful soul.

The Prisoner
By B_e_n_d_i_s

An outstretched hand,
Fingers slender and
Delicately curved
Wings glimmering azure
In the piercing light

A smile curved
Upon frosted lips
Where blood had long
Ceased to flow

A glimmer in haunted eyes
A saddened pain long hid
Chains bind lifeless feet
In a prison forgotten
Long ago

The bare cloth provide
No warmth
The dusted bear
No comfort
Not a window carved
In the stone

But what guards
The door to the prison?
What keeps the captive
Still a captive?
A prize upon the wall
A mirror gleaming blue

From which the faerie
Looks upon and stares
Straight at you.