Geraptiku
By Hirude

Alone in the corner of Mystery Isle,
A village sits, and all the while
The elders regard it with a smile,
It's the City of Geraptiku.

How did it get there? Many do ask,
Many others have made it their task
To find out what lies under the dusty mask
Of the City of Geraptiku.

The elders, they know how it got there, and why,
But since they are old and they're ever so sly,
They won't be found out, though many will try
For the City of Geraptiku.

The Mystic Kyrii, he might tell you a bit,
Like most of the elders, he's barren of wit,
You won't find out much, I'm afraid to admit
'Bout the City of Geraptiku.

So down there alone in its valley it lies,
And right in the center sits its golden prize,
It's the secret that's known only by the old wise,
It's the City of Geraptiku.

The Ghost of a Lonely Kyrii
By _Rainbow_sparkle_

Deep in the woods of Meridell,
Away from prying eyes,
There sits a Mutant Kyrii,
There she sits and cries.

Her heart is cold and broken,
Will it ever be repaired?
Her face holds no expression
But that of when she's scared.

She's scared of when it's stormy,
And of Lord Darigan's wrath,
But the thing she's scared the most about
Is when people point and laugh.

Whenever people see her,
They look around and stare.
They all turn up their noses
To the Kyrii who stands there.

But this was long ago,
This Kyrii is long gone.
No-one knows where she went,
But her spirit still lives on.

Deep in the woods of Meridell,
In the blackness of the night,
The sobs of the Kyrii can still be heard
Until the morning light.

So stay away from Meridell,
(Espesially when it is night)
And don't go near where the Kyrii sat
Unless you want a fright.

Why, Oh Why?
By Xo_kai_xo

I can hardly say the stuff looked tasty,
Swirling, whirling, icky green.
But I drank it 'cause you told me to.
Oh, if only I had seen...

My body morphed so much that night,
Churning, burning, oh it stings!
My scaly skin is peeling off;
Oh, the pain that potion brings!

My wings are torn to leathery shreds,
My claws grow sharp and to a point.
My dark blue scales are icky green
My legs are bending at the joint.

My eyes are flaming crimson now,
My airy breath now forming a deep huff.
I swear I've grown twice as large;
Who, oh why, did you make me drink that stuff?

Poor Lonely Kougra
By Mobbyrules

Poor, rejected, lying there,
Flung to the ground without a care,
Your mournful eyes gaze at the sky,
And ask the question, why, please, why?

Sad and lonely, soaking wet,
Forever trying to forget
Your owner's arms all nice and warm,
It makes you wonder what went wrong?

And what about the other pets,
The ones still loved with no regrets?
How long 'till they get ripped or torn,
And chucked outside on a cold, wet morn?

Take heed of this poor Kougra's plight
And think of him on rainy nights.
I hope this poem has portrayed
That a pet's for life; not just one day.

The Snow Faerie's Quest
By Sammisugarplum

In caves and holes every creature hides
As snow and wind beats the mountain side.

Wind and hail, the air's a blur,
Items of magic safe under your furs.
Unbearable frost bites at your face,
You kick the snow aside and move on with haste.

Hovering icicles drip down your hair
As you search to find the Snow Faerie's lair.

Endless valleys of glistening white
Reflect the feeble, fading light,
Time is quickly running out,
And day is turning into night.

Blinded by blizzards,
Beaten by frost,
You turn a corner,
You're hopelessly lost.

Suddenly you're filled with feelings of warmth
A magic force beats down the storm.

And in the center of this bitter night,
The Snow Faerie stands in a sphere of light.

Her face aglow,
Her eyes sky blue,
Furs like snow
Tower over you.

Taking from you her magic things,
She beats her impressive faerie wings.

Then restoring your hope,
Fighting your fear,
Smoothing your hair,
And wiping your tears,

You glimpse the stars welcoming from the sky
And turn to find your home,
Raise your hand to wave goodbye,
And back across the mountain you roam.