The Lost Isle
By Bluecloud300

In search of the Lost Isle,
A group of adventurers bold
Shall face the terrors of the sea
For the treasure of legends old.

And in that secret land of mists,
What wonders will they descry?
Riches beyond their wildest dreams,
Or horror that in darkness lies?

Through journey fraught with danger,
Through cursed seas no map has shown,
With brave hearts of courage strong,
They venture to a world unknown.

Eliv Thade
By Angel95girl

Eliv Thade, Eliv Thade,
The evilest, evilest Kacheek ever made,
Or so they say...

Eliv Thade, Eliv Thade,
His spirit haunts his house to this day.
He was the one who terrified you on Hallowe'en,
Or so they say...

Eliv Thade, Eliv Thade,
His anagram obsession is well known.
His house was full of musty old books
That we only assume were his own.

Eliv Thade, Eliv Thade.
He lived in the Haunted Woods.
But do you suppose that
Maybe he was good?

Maybe he was a great Kacheek.
One brave, friendly, and hardly meek.
Maybe the haunt was just a prank,
And maybe we ought to thank.

Eliv Thade, Eliv Thade,
was he really all that bad?
I doubt he was, and if he is,
Then why do we enter his house so glad,
Eager to play his games?

Woe for the Ghost Lupe
By Cats9723

And he flew near and he flew far,
Zooming, turning, flying over the stars
In search of his treasure, his dear, precious treasure.
Oh, his dear precious treasure,
he'll search for forever.

Ghost of island, ghost of past,
Ghost of strange witchcraft cast
Searches forever, he'll search forever
For his oh-so-dear, precious treasure.

Fly through the flowers and flee through the trees,
Nothing he watches and nothing he sees.
Searching and angry, pained and grief-stricken,
As if through the heart he's been smitten.

Lost his wonderful, precious jewel,
Lost to those horrid Islanders cruel.
Revenge! Revenge, his heart cries out,
Through jungle he tears with angry shout.

And though in calmness he's only sad,
And he isn't quite near so bad,
And he'll help you, you see, if you know what he is,
A poor lonely Lupe whose treasure is missed.

A very kind soul this Lupe used to be
(If you have that strange sort of empathy),
And maybe you'll see past his hard bitter shell
And find that he's heartsick and not at all well.

So for the Ghost Lupe pity, not despise,
For truly unlucky was his jewel's demise.
And the next time you see him, please be kind,
And perhaps another soul maybe you'll find.

There Are So Many!
By Pegasus_1995_1

There are so many, I don't know which to choose!
If I use one wrong, surely I will lose!
Disco and Electric really make me groove,
Darigan and Haunted Woods don't seem to soothe.

Faerie, that's a wonderful pick,
But Grey, oh, I think I'm going to be sick.
I used Baby on my Gelert, Nick;
Once I saw, I said "ICK!"

I like Fire with all the flames,
Rainbow is just a shame.
The Green and Blue are not very famed,
Red and Yellow are not my game.

Lost Desert hides my Neopet's face;
Shadow is a moving black shape.
White is too light, for Pete's sake!
Sketch is just a blue and white fake.

Maraquan! That's the one I pick out!
I'm so happy, I think I'll shout!

Nightsteed
By Stephielalulita

Those piercing eyes,
sending the bravest fleeing.
That mighty roar
that cracks the earth...
The Nightsteed rides again.

The gnarled bandages,
the dark form.
The blazing fire,
the setting sun...
The Nightsteed rides again.

That fleeing spirit,
the distrusting gaze.
The dark bridle
and dark reins...
The Nightsteed rides again.