MOEHOG DAY SPECIAL

Clop (The Moehog Prisoner)
By Togepi_forever

In the dungeons of Darigan,
There lies a tiny cell.
Clop, Clop, Clip-Clop.

Where none can hear the shouts above,
Or the clinging, clanging bells.
Clop, Clop, Clip-Clop.

In here there lies a Moehog,
Who doesn't speak a word.
Clop, Clop, Clip-Clop.

But even if he tried to speak,
He never would be heard.
Clop, Clop, Clip-Clop.

What he hopes and what he dreams,
Nobody knows nor cares.
Clop, Clop, Clip-Clop.

If only he could find the courage
to break the locks, to climb the stairs.
Clop, Clop, Clip-Clop.

But he sits
Clop
He waits
Clop
And he is forgotten
Clip-Clop.

Bringer of Night
By Ecriture

Bringer of Night, god of sleep,
Buried in Lost Desert deep.
Resting in his buried tomb,
Dreaming of impending doom.

Till the day the sun doth shine
Within the evil Bringer's shrine.
For foolish soul had opened wide,
The tomb to see what was inside.

But as the giant began to wake,
The fool had realised his mistake.
Desperately, he ran away,
To keep the evil beast at bay.

Now awake, the Bringer went,
To destroy, and torment.
Gentle Boris, in his path,
Suffered giant's vicious wrath.

But soon, the needed help arose.
The giant suffered fatal blows.
To the sun, he bid farewell,
And to the icy ground he fell.

Thanks to Hannah, Armin, Kanrik, fighters brave,
The monster's gone, the boris saved.
Moehog monster, rest in peace,
Forever shall your evil cease.

Moehog Thief
By Reggieman721

In Sakhmet City, sun shines bright
And Moehog thief grins in delight.
An unsuspecting passerby
Is drawn to honey like a fly.

The Moehog's friend, a gorgeous maid,
Sells cups of cooling tigerade.
When customers withdraw their pay
The Moehog sneaks some coins away.

A little knife doth cut the pouch,
Reaching from shadows, silently crouched.
He takes some gold and then withdraws.
The victims never even pause.

The Moehog thief works like an art.
Fools drawn in by the beverage cart
Are tapped like a maple syrup tree;
Two coins are taken, sometimes three.

And then they leave, and never know
That they've been conned by seasoned pro.
The Moehog thief smiles in delight;
The sun continues to shine bright.

Moehog of Maraqua
By Anjie

Emerald flicker, rapid gleam,
Dual fins beneath the breakers stream.
They part the aqua glassy glow,
Dissolving into depths below.

The ocean is a playground wide,
And Moehog on the waves may slide.
With happy giggle, jolly grins,
A massive splash from merry fins.

Upon the sandy water's base,
He searches, intense look on his face.
Twin horns shall plough the coral fields,
And seek the treats his ocean yields.

To whim of tusks the seaweed parts,
As through the ocean, a course he charts.
The endless blue his playground home,
Eternal seas to search and roam.

Upon the sunniest of days,
Above the glassy gloss, he plays.
Mane snatched by the laughing breeze,
As high he leaps above the seas.

Those twin tusks peak like sails, white,
Each tapered, gleaming in the light.
They peer above the water's flow,
As Moehog glides, relaxed, below.

Mischief lurks in giggle's glee,
He'll catch a wave, then swiftly flee.
The time to romp and swim does last,
Long after sunlight's sheen is past.

Eternal delight, Moehog's life,
Devoid of sorrow, fear or strife.
The ocean's where his soul begins,
His call? The swish of merry fins.