JHUDORA DAY SPECIAL

Jhudora's Quest
By Brilliance109p

If you ever meet a purple cloud
Whilst on a simple roam,
You'll find that you have wandered to
An evil faerie's home.

With crooked nails of wicked green
She beckons with a smile,
Her eyes bewitch the strongest pets
Her drawling tone is vile.

"A jar of eyeballs, a ficus tree,
To make my bubbling stew,
And if you find it for me in time,
There'll be rewards for you..."

But if you do not hasten, quick!
For time, it will not wait,
And dread what shall await you when
Jhudora screams, "You're late!"

A Gift from Jhudora
By Anjie

Heinous indigo, the mist,
Entwined with acid green.
Where faerie folk do fear to tread,
Jhudora's Cloud is seen.

Few do chance the crooked gates,
And fewer doth return.
The gifts alone do spur them on,
The riches one might earn.

Vapours twist, so ominous,
A wicked wind has blown.
The vicious one sits silently,
Atop her massive throne.

Her wish shall be your one command,
To find what she may need.
And yet her patience can wear thin,
If you should not succeed.

In the name of treasures rare,
You'll face the dark one's test.
Jhudora sets a mighty task
For those who chance her quest.

A present from her wicked hand,
Your spirit slowly lifts.
And yet it's poison in that sweet,
Beware, Jhudora's gifts.

Jhudora, Deceiver
By Reggieman721

Jhudora, like the western wind
Is unrelenting, cold, and strong.
The faerie lives on poisoned cloud
And sings a wicked, tempting song.

"Come over here, young Neopet,
I'd like to have some help from you.
Just find me a few trifle things,
And I will make your dreams come true."

The voice is sweet, like honeydew,
The lips curve into slightest smile.
The finger beckons, eye does wink;
The faerie works in guise and guile.

The purple mist and thick green steam
Do act to shroud Jhudora's greed.
And yet, in every pet she meets,
She plants that wicked, evil seed.

"One quest from me, and you'll be rich."
A viler lie was never told.
For if you help her but just once,
Your freedom is forever sold.

Honoring Jhudora: An Acrostic Poem
By Inkita_star

Hearken to a song this night,
Offer forth your praise-
Nether darkness steals upon the
Orb of daylight rays...
Raven-black is midnight hour,
Illusion is the fire,
Ne'er doubt the Dark one's word of
Ghostly-murmured ire...

For Night has come to tremble
As frosted wind does stir.
Eternal stands imposing throne,
Reign of fear awhirl.
Illusion is the daytime, as the
Endless nights have flown-

Oh Jhudora, great Jhudora,
Forever you'll be known...

Uneasy rest the innocent,
Nervous are the fae;
Every dream a nightmare with
No beginning to the day.
Devilish is Jhudora's grin,
Iridescent shine her eyes...
Neon-green a ghastly sheen,
Generous are her lies.

Dare the brave and noble ones
Avenge the hate within?
Rumored is her evil to be
Kindled by dark sin.
Neopia, don't let her song
Embrace you into sleep, for
Someday she will rise again
Someday your soul, she'll keep...