Dancing With Shadows
By Sarafeye

The sun shines upon the forest floor
Golden do the sunbeams play
Flickering past a Neverland's door
The grass in gilded fields softly sway
The fey children run upon the leaves
Of amber, and orange, and fire's red
Will you join us now, amongst the rose-sheaves?
Blessed of Fyora, magic maiden it is said

Little one, with misted eyes and airy feet
The faerie flowers dance in the trees
Of filigree petals
Where whispering songs may meet
They beckon, singing of the sky and seas
Yet what do they have to offer thee?
Prize though your gold-lust be none?
For pure of darkness your soul may be
Forever glittering in glow of moon and sun

Come to us, my love, we wait in dusty twilight
For you of old are the Chosen One -
Will you not unleash the pale stars tonight?
And let the moonlight swiftly run
In the mist of heaven's eyes

Show us who we truly are
For we are blind, seeing only the shadowy night
The stars burn us though they stay but far
Casting spears of coldshine
Down to pierce our sight
So that we see not the dawn's flaming bar

You think that you dance
With the faeries and butterflies
Their wings beating to the melody of the wind
Against dew-meshed clover and amethyst skies
When the morning's pale golden
And the breeze has thinned
Yet, dearest faerie child, I mourn for you
Shards of the dark one's tears
Have fallen to your heart
But we shall never reveal what's true
For the sake of our mirth
We forbid you to depart

I, the faerie maiden, dance round and round
And I, the faerie maiden -
My feet skim the ground

But, faerie maiden, you are surrounded
By palest lords and ladies, elegant, ghosts all

Yet I, the faerie maiden, burn bright and tall

Blessed of Fyora, you know not what you see

No, for I, the faerie maiden,
Look into the mind of thee

Peace, faerie maiden, for I have come to warn
You dance not with butterflies -

I dance with shadows...

Krawk Island
By Azndevil0052331

The crashing waves break at different shores,
Each soldier is under the moon's control.
No regard, for the sand and shell's implores,
It rages, under night's makeup of kohl.

The moon relents, so the foam is free,
The blue green waters recede, at ease.
Erasing all marks of the stormy sea,
Tonight, the wind is just a playful breeze.

The passing ships arrive without a care,
The proud sails waving, sailors rejoice.
There isn't a thing that can cause despair,
After all these hardships, there is no choice.

The omnipotent moon shines high above,
The salt bitten wind sweeps, not without love.

Aye! Avast!
By Magic_ribbon34

Swish; swoosh, splash away!
On the centre of the ocean, ole!
Face me, my fears. Boil me troubles.
I'll pay up my price for more than doubles.

I search these seas for treasures galore!
Finding dubloons to merry me more.
I've been on these waters for longer three years.
The sight of fine riches could bring me to tears.

Not once have I seen the shine of pure gold.
Not once do I recall hearing such stories told.
So I set off the land and sailed sweet salt,
I'd find big riches and tell them all!

I got me crew, I got me ship.
The smell of the ocean and the salt on me lips
Comes to my attention
That something's not right.
I turn to my left, and to my surprise...

"Aye! Avast! Be gone wretched beast!"
I hear from the bridge, "We not be your feast,
Go back to the depths where you came from,
Or I'll blast you away all to the sun!"

I scurry away to fight the mighty whale.
And thought of the story I'd thought to tell.
But something was happening, something foul,
My beloved ship was sinking down, down, down!

"Aye! Avast! What 'ave we 'ere?
You think you can sink me, wretched fiend?"
Yes, he could, that naughty monster.
I woulda beat him if only I'da been stronger.

Swish; swoosh, splash away!
On the centre of the ocean, ole!
Face me, my fears. Boil me troubles.
I'll pay up my price for more than doubles.

The Haunting Ancients
By Spike_the_gurl

In the bowels of the Haunted Woods,
Past trails solace for decay,
Over moors home to ghouls,
The Haunting Ancients stay.

The Esophagor,
Who moans and cries,
Stretching a dark hand to the sky,
Bids you must bring food his way.

Eliv Thade--
(Or, Evil Death?),
Cannot seem to get any rest,
Making anagrams from day to day.

Edna, cackling,
Looming over her brew,
Has a quest for you to do,
You'd better be on your way.

The Ghost Lupe howls,
He sifts through trees,
Roaming anywhere he'd please,
He'll surely find you, if you stay.

In the bowels of the Haunted Woods,
Past trails solace for decay,
Over moors home to ghouls,
The Haunting Ancients stay.

Lustra, Peophin of Gold
By Scubadive5

There comes a cry across the waves,
A poor and desperate plea,
From an imperiled Ramosan
That's longing to be free.

"Save me!" it cries with fleeting breath,
Its limbs are weak and weary
From continuously dodging the fatal jaws
Of a Jetsam big and scary.

The Jetsam snarls with replenished vigor,
His prey is wearing fast,
He'll soon be able to soothe his stomach,
And his hunger will not last.

As the Petpet gives up all hope
And the chase comes to an end,
A flash of gold barrels past
The Petpet to defend.

The Jetsam stops, bemused and wary
"Who's there?" is all he asks,
No answer comes, he shrugs it off,
Returning to his task.

But, looking round he's all alone,
The Ramosan has vanished,
With an agitated growl he cries,
"Aw, come on, I'm famished!"

Within a sea of thick, white clouds,
Above the choppy waves,
A golden Peophin smiles upon
The Ramosan she saved.

And so, together, two instant friends,
Grateful Petpet and tender Peophin
Soar away to seas unknown,
A new adventure to begin