GELERT DAY SPECIAL

Gelert's Play
By Psychopsam

Running, sprinting, o'er the field,
His goal is to chase his toy with bliss.
No matter the obstacle, he won't yield,
No matter what the perilous risk.
Plowing through every sword and shield,
The object is a simple disk.

There canters the noble Gelert blue,
Across the hilly, grassy plains,
Doing what he loves to do,
While it is praise he often gains.
And if this chance crossed paths with you,
Wouldn't you do all the same?

Whirring is the gold frisbee,
The Gelert marks it in his eye.
Panting very heavily,
He makes his way unto his prize.
He catches it with utmost glee,
And through the dry air he doth fly.

Landing with a soft ka-thump,
The Gelert drops the golden toy.
Sitting down upon his rump,
He is filled up with love and joy.
He must go home, and up he jumps,
His tail a-whipping with no noise.

When he is home he lies in bed,
Thinking of his wonderful play.
All these thoughts go through his head,
Dancing and whirling in strange array.
He looks into a year ahead,
'Til then he waits, for Gelert Day!

The Tale of Bruno
By Keikotoriyamacatnip

A monster hidden in darkened shroud,
His fate sealed upon a deal,
To change his foreboding fortune,
To a form that was not real.

Wicked eyes now tell the truth
Of the grievances he did face,
Trapped and bound by spells alone,
Previous existence gone without a trace.

In the woods a soul does weep,
A shattered mirror reflects a beast,
Screams of agony shake granite walls,
Of a former life that now has ceased.

Clothed in the tattered rags,
From a town sent to its doom,
Only rubble and nightmares remain,
In every house within every room,

A word of warning to the wise,
Shall one ever come across his path,
Flee for your life you will,
To avoid his insatiable wrath.

Yet, behind a facade of anguish,
A pure soul still tries to live,
Hidden within the walls of time,
That he simply cannot forgive.

Thus those wicked eyes do speak,
Of a tale known by all who heard,
That his current form does not reflect,
The Neopet's inner feelings and words.

And so this Neovian tale lives on,
Of a Gelert trapped beyond his will,
A evil potion cursed his life,
But he remains dominant ever still.

Starry Gelert Song
By Melina719

The moon was just an old gray stone
Washed pale by night's high tide.
Clouds, ruffles of sea foam,
Chided the moon to hide.
And as they bickered among themselves,
A shadow stained the ground.
Footsteps reverberated ever loudly,
A rather hollow sound.

But the stomping waned to a soft pace;
Now came a creature upon the knoll.
Shadow eclipsed by a shaft of blue,
Frost to thaw the scorching coal.
Stars tinted his broad back,
Glowing beneath the stone's shine.
His gaze made from crisp waters-
Complexion blue and fine.

Lifting his muzzle to the sky,
He burst out in a song,
And the stars on his back cheered,
As it echoed on and on.
The stone then crumbled into gold,
Sea foam slowly fraying.
The starry fellow had sung his ditty--
Now breeze and sun were playing.

Parting of the Grey Gelert
By Whatspretty

Panicked, alone and yet outcast
Hiding beneath this crooked mask
Those blessed days could never last,

Howling at the moon this night
Quivering to the bone with fright
Find a way out, he must, he might...

Thin and frail it's hard to see
This night has brought him to his knees
He hopes and cries and kindly pleads,

Seeing through his reddening eyes
Loving through his sense of sight
Hearing through this old dim light,

Holding onto things today
Tomorrow will come another way
And if it did not, that was okay,

He sees his shadow as his friend
The truth it holds won't ever bend
It never has to make amends,

He looks around and wonders why
No one's heart would ever fly
Instead it falls, and soon then dies,

He wants his heart to be set free
No longer shrouded by misery
To jump, and run and fly and weave,

He opens his mouth to howl once more
His long crinkled ears droop to the floor
and he looks up at the stars that soar,

His tune is chilling, hard to hear
It grips us to the bone, and here,

Here, is where we both parted ways
The seconds blending into all those days,

The days when he was brighter,
And summer seemed to lasted forever
The days when he would smile,
And rain never came
The days when he would frolic through the grass
Yes, those days alas,
Those blessed days could never last.