The Ice Caves Quest
By x__sayitaintso__x

Here the wind burns with an icy chill,
And frost gathers on each hollow and hill.
The cruel wind whistles its eerie song,
As it travels through the tunnels long.

Icicles hang like daggers from high
The entire cave heaves a heavy sigh.
While pure white snow falls all around
None will grace the cave's stone ground.

Terror Mountain stands tall, white and proud
And below, Happy Valley rests in cheery shroud.
Yet in the Ice Caves all is not well,
For deep within something evil does dwell.

Cold like snow but without its soft feel
Slithering about like a land-bound eel,
The Snowager sits its makeshift throne
Jealously guarding what it thinks to own.

Some feel the draw of the treasure it keeps
The items and prizes gathered in heaps.
Sometimes they near it and take what they may
Not a soul daring much longer to stay.

But sometimes the beast
Hears the slightest sound,
The lightest footstep upon frozen ground.
A moan that reverberates like never before
Shakes the high cave top and the frozen floor.

The glimmering beast opens a wary eye,
Moves its head, motions carefully sly.
Sometimes it finds it's awoken too late,
The lucky soul escapes a painful fate.

Yet when the seeker of treasure moves too slow,
They will find they have been dealt an icy blow.
Suddenly grateful to walk and to stand,
To stagger back, without treasure in hand.

Though the treasure glitters
And sparkles and glows
Forget not the beast, who of intruders knows.
And dear stranger please beware
The horrors that await you there.

The Ballad of Phylias
By Sarafeye

By light of Faerie magic's gleam,
Shadows lurk where candle flame be none,
Secrets hidden by locked moonbeam,
Prophecy never kindled in company of sun.
Hark! The songs of old ring tonight!
Ghosts arise to fulfill the song -
War and peace, blindness and sight,
Will you come, and stay the night so long?

Phylias of old was a mighty thane,
Eyrie brave, swordsman great!
Sapphire were his eyes and golden his mane
Glitters, sealing the prophecy of fate.
The wandering knight, he travelled far,
Where enchantment elusive was cleverly sown,
Blooming only in cold gaze of star,
And happened upon the Dark Shadow's throne.

The village that he strayed into
Was under rule of the Shadow Maid -
Vampires shrieked, their cries echoing through
The lonely streets, for which were dearly paid
The Neopets, seeing the newcomer,
Bows and arrows, shield and sword,
Looked about him in trance and wonder,
For Phylias possessed a warrior's hoard.

"We beg thee, king of battles mighty!"
Said they, on bended knee,
"Banish this demon, this darkness deity,
And we shall pay whatever your fee!"
"Peace!" Phylias replied,
An expression soft on his face he showed
"I shall do as you ask,
You have been chained too long
And now I shall face the Shadow's abode."

So he set off, in very dead of night -
Moon whispered sorrow, yet stars spoke faith.
His mind was swept by the earnest plight,
And in determination found the wraith
Upon the cold hillside where rock be fang.
He found a secret crevice of which few did know -
The demons and shadows warily sang,
And inside was lit with dusty red glow.

He came upon the strangest cave -
In centre rested obsidian throne,
Which forever after none may sit on, save
The powerful Mistress of Shadows alone.
Her eyes were of evil; her angel was lost,
"What does thou seek, foolish Eyrie mortal?"
Hissed she - her voice was of the frost,
"Riches and glory, or death's portal?"

"None of which you claim, Madame Dark,"
Replied Phylias, courage fiery on his brow.
"I come for one thing alone -
Now listen! Now hark!
Your banishment for eternity do I deliver now!"
He marched up to the spirit death-pale,
And with a swing of his gilded blade,
Like the magical flicker of phoenix tale,
The cave of shadows was unmade.

Darkness fled, expelled from the land,
Light shone forth -
Neopets great and small were freed
By Phylias the Eyrie, immortal power in his hand -
The dying ember ignited to flaming seed.
And after centuries past of cobwebs and dust,
The Fire tree grows everlastingly bright.
Although its power is almighty, it must
Only sing the ancient ballad in the starlight.

The Pant Devil Diaries
By Alexis_snipes

He's that gruesome shadow trailing behind
He's that tingling feeling in your spine
His twisted grin, his demented glare
His malicious nature, his hypnotic stare

Be cautious, all the large and small
Be on your feet, the short and tall
Watch out the one and watch out all
The Pant Devil is here!

He levitates like a an eerie light
His rabid cackle invokes fright
His teeth, two rows of skewering bone
His vivid eyes like rubies shone

Be wary, weak and brave of heart
Glance left and right, the slow and smart
For lurking in the frigid dark...
The Pant Devil is near!

He'll follow you, I tell no lie
That beast is probably nearby
He'll rip your life into tiny shreds
He'll make you plead, he'll make you beg

He's deranged evil, he's cruel and sick
Only misery makes him tick
Your worst nightmare might be around the corner
The Pan-

*cackle*

AGHHHHHHHH!

The Gray Faerie
By Qwerty863

Oh, far away from the morning light,
I know someday you'll see,
A sight that's most depressing,
As solemn as could be.

A faerie that will sob and weep,
Her world is dark and gray;
Until the light begins to seep,
And the sadness goes away.

Happiness she does not know,
Anger she does not fear;
She's never met the two of them,
But both of them are near.

Her wings were clipped so long ago,
Thus she cannot fly,
Her magic left her just to show
The first faerie to cry.

She mopes about the castle,
Hobbles near the bell,
Her heart can't love, her skin can't feel,
The roses, she can't smell.

And all the other faeries,
Oh, what a price they'd pay,
Just to see her laughing,
Or a smile on her face.

You may think that she's worthless,
But listen close and see,
In her heart she's crying out,
For help from you and me.

Oh, listen to the wanderers,
Or wander till you hear,
All the whispers of the wind,
And know that she is near.

Oh, far away from the morning light,
I know someday you'll see,
A sight that's most depressing,
As solemn as could be.

Muddy
By Tree_rhymer

Muddy paws leave muddy trails,
Suspiciously shaped like Tuskaninny tails.
A day at the river and what do I get?
A filthy house, by my careless pet.
I'm very upset.

That's the last straw, I say on a dime,
That Tuskaninny's done it this time.
All over the carpet, all over the walls,
Mud on the furniture and in the halls.
His behavior appalls.

He answers when I call out his name,
I can hear his dishonor and shame.
I'm afraid to tell you that he's out of luck.
He slides up to me, all covered in muck,
Yuck.

My hands on my hips, I glare, foot tapping,
It appears that his brain is currently napping.
And just when I begin to throw a fit,
He laughs, and giggles, and grins a bit,
And says, "I didn't do it."