A Rainy Day In the Lost Desert
By Brilliance109p

Scattered over desert plains,
Several clouds are filled with rain,
And soon will flood the driest land,
Wet the sun-baked desert sand.

Greyness looms across the moors,
Curtains up and open doors,
Every Neopet has to see,
This strange and curious mystery!

Eyes, they stare, bewildered, bright,
How pleasant is the rainy night!
And every drop is crystal clear;
Something strange has happened here.

A miracle! What startling news!
Open now for all to view!
Stand in wonder, stare up high,
At the stormy, raging sky.

Watch as hearts are slowly cooled,
Waters rise and puddles pooled,
At last the storm returns to sleep,
A memory to safely keep.

Now Neopians tell and whisper 'round
They hope sometime for that same sound,
Gather 'round the fire and tell
The tale of when the rain first fell.

The Random Event Robot
By Anikajinn

As I was walking on the road
To see the Faerie Queen;
"Something Happened!" in a flash!
It still seems like a dream

A robot flew right overhead,
His head was all ablaze,
His mouth was spitting fiery sparks,
His wires a twisted maze.

"Help, help me!" screamed the pet
His voice warped out of key.
"It's Dr. Sloth -- I angered him!
And now he's chasing me!"

"What did you do to vex him so?"
I asked with great regret
"For even Sloth, the evil one
Is rarely this upset!"

"Robot pets are friendly pets!"
The bot began to say.
"But often we can show some cheek
In a prankish sort of way.

"Who knew Dr. Sloth was so vain?"
The robot told me with a cough.
"When he asked me for a haircut,
I promply cut all of it off!"

A Song for the Eyrie
By Gravitation_anime_92

Wings of wonder open
As he flies into the night,
With the darkness all around him
He shimmers in the moon's pale light.

He soars and then he twirls
And the birds all hide in shame,
And the sun begins to rise,
Setting the darkened sky aflame.

So very brave, he still flies on,
He will not leave so soon,
And he frolics in the azure sky
He stays 'till long past noon.

He shows us the impossible,
He tells us nothing is what it seems,
He brightens our horizons,
He brings alive our faded dreams.

He brings the very earth alive,
He makes the blossoms sparkle bright,
He makes the rivers dazzle
As he sings with all his might.

So remember this the next time
That you see a shooting star,
It might just be an Eyrie,
Watching, sentinel, from afar.

Seasons in Neopia
By The_pearl_of_grace

Outbreaks of dancing sunlight
Among a harsh world,
The overture melody twined its songs unfurled.
Illumination of the petal cupped breath,
The mellowed ridges of a king's wreath.
The flourishing fruits of labour call its bring,
Hummingbirds quiver the song of Spring.

Pearls of graceful steeds tempt the joust,
Hushed blue waves augment their hoist.
Seeds of peace of late were sowed,
Hence it weaves its vines endowed.
Fluttering streams no further glummer,
Sunbeams light the way of Summer.

The foliage of brittle brown bathed in light,
Dew touched wings descend its dying flight.
Radiance of the lustrous moon,
A lilting echo of a meticulous tomb.
Exposed trees still rise up tall,
Leaves shalt walk the path of Fall.

Flurries of pure blizzard by a glinting fire,
Melodies of pure frost glide the frigid mire.
A void of myriad pallid designed shards,
Diamonds of crystal form its guards.
Frozen waters does it splinter,
Harmonic shadows caught in Winter.

Balthazar's Hunt
By Anjie

Dusk accepts its destined fate,
Surrenders to dark night.
A hundred trees are soon aglow,
With vibrant faerie light.
Serene is glistening evening scene,
For none here know their fate.
Sinister, a creature lurks,
For clouded moon, he'll wait.

Obscured by an onyx shroud
Shall pallid crescent fade.
Then Balthazar can make his move,
Such peace does he invade.
Awake, aware he moves with stealth,
Within his hunting ground.
Sinister, the hiss he makes.
With every faerie found.

Prowling steps take dark Lupe forth,
With silence he'll advance.
Faeries captured in his grasp,
Did never stand a chance.
Into glassy prison jar,
Ignoring faerie tears.
Terrified, they cry for help,
But no one ever hears.

In glossy cell they find themselves,
Bewinged, but can't seek flight.
Balthazar their keeper, now.
A hunter in the night.
Predator, they know him as,
A title Faeries fear.
When tiny creatures flee in fright,
You'll know the beast is near.