Ukkrah the Fire Grarrl
By Anjie

The swiping of a diamond claw,
Such echoed wrath in bellowed roar,
His footfalls shake the trembling ground,
Whilst battle rages all around.
So powerful doth figure stand,
When victory dwells close at hand.

A sturdy shape, inferno form,
So toned in flames, alive and warm.
Like vibrant lava, Grarrl does seem,
Dark flames along his form shall stream.
Ukkrah fights with fiery force,
Such flames within his heart shall course.

No other Grarrl could burn so bright,
And few put up a worthy fight.
So massive is that heavy stride,
All armies wish him on their side.
The sight of him makes all foes run,
Ukkrah means a battle won.

That wicked gleam in narrowed eye,
A rumbling roar his battle cry.
Like wild inferno comes the sound,
For enemies, such fear is found.
One Grarrl who burns like fire, bright.
Can stand alone and win the fight.

Can I See Your True Colours?
By Keikotoriyamacatnip

As the autumn wind blows,
The air turns light and crisp.
A chill is felt in early day,
By night fall snowy wisps.

Blossoming flowers wilt,
While grass fades away.
Yet only fall can bring,
Colours that trees portray.

Fiery red and orange burst
Through timid shades of green.
Yellow shines among branches,
Radiating with saffron sheen.

Entering hallowed woods,
A massive gale rages by,
Awakening slumbering tree,
Groggy eyes, heavy sigh.

Suddenly struck by curiosity,
Wondering one question true.
Does the Brain Tree's colour change,
In fall and spring anew?

Always orange it appears,
Pulsating with Neopian facts,
Throbbing brain atop branches,
Actual leaves it does lack.

When snow melts away,
While frigid winds subside,
Will your real colours emerge,
Or within orange do they confide?

The Gypsy Elephante
By Soaringeagle25

"Come, my children, I'll tell you a tale
Of legends and myths that surround
A young Gelert's quest for unobtainable grail
That left an accursed, sinister haunted town,"
Said the gypsy Elephante with a grand mustache,
A glint in his eye, and a tome in his stash.

Resting on a wooden stool,
Crackling fire's warmth
To fend away all haunted ghouls
Patrolling the Haunted Woods' girth.
Gypsy caravans colourfully crowd,
Banter and songs skilfully sound.

Spinning yarns of forgotten past
A storyteller, a bard, a silver tongue,
Enchanting stories that surpass --
From his honeyed voice they sprung
To an audience enthralled,
'Til back to hearth they are called.

Yet then since, without a say,
Nary a whisper, breath or word,
Disappeared one fateful day,
Not a body since has heard
Of an Elephante, their sought quarry,
Who had a magician's way with a story.

The Snowager's Avatar
By Indulgences

Dear TNT, I'm writing you
A letter 'bout the Snowager.
He's blasted me 'most fifty times,
Like I'm some lowly scavenger!

My patience thins, I'm feeling blue.
The avatar he just won't give.
It takes some time, or so I've heard
But I have my own life to live.

So TNT, please grant to me
The avvie I so greatly want.
I'll give you anything, I swear!
(This from the bottom of my heart!)

Oh TNT, I need it now,
That sparkling avatar of blue
That glistens like a pearly sheen
Of ice crystals and morning dew!

Please TNT, I beg you now
To grant me just this one desire:
To have the Snowager blast me,
And give the avvie I require!

PLEASE!

Altador Cup Underdogs
By Dancer_sakura

The Altador Cup is here again,
Becoming the best one yet,
For the team that's here to win it all --
Your very own Virtupets!

We didn't play the best last year
(A dead-last finish just isn't fun!),
But now we're back and better than ever,
Looking to be the new number one.

The "undisputed underdogs"
Is what we have been called,
But is it really our fault
If Goltron can't save a Yooyuball?

We figure at the very least,
We'll be closer this year to winning the Cup;
For you see, when you finish last,
There's nowhere to go but up!

So look for us on the field,
Hear our fans as they cheer
For our come-from-behind team --
Virtupets for the Cup this year!