Stranger on Mystery Island
By Peechless

A seamless expanse of embroidery,
Stitched by golden sand,
Her enigmatic molten centre,
This bountiful verdant land.

Schooners arrive in her harbour,
Caressing the island in fleets,
Her inhabitants live serenely
And saunter emerald streets.
A renewing sunset upon her,
Woven gold and crimson grand,
Defined by sun's brief absence,
Behold, Mystery Island!

Her velvet patchwork darkens,
In the dampening light,
Now fiery torches harken,
From old day, born is night.

Languid silence engulfs her,
Wind bellows 'round doors,
A silent figure patters,
The soft muffle of paws.

His prior identity unknown,
All past possessions lost,
Who may be this shadow?
Interpretations crossed.

The Cybunny Spectre
By Anjie

Crimson gaze and fleet of step,
The melancholy form.
From mystic mist to haunting shape,
The ghost does change, transform.
Cybunny cast in spectral glow,
Translucent, ears far peaks.
In rumbling hiss his words emerge,
With hollow words, he speaks.

Dare you see what you fear most?
Believe, beware, Cybunny ghost.

No longer jolly, skipping hop,
But endless phantom glide.
Feet oversized are silenced now,
As drifting do they slide.
Morose, the glance of Cybunny,
That haunts the ancient halls.
At midnight chance to prick your ears,
And seek his angry calls?

Dare you see what you fear most?
Believe, beware, Cybunny ghost.

Rubies cast in twin round shape,
Do form those staring eyes.
Ghostly vapours from his form,
In idle motion, rise.
Encounter with a paint brush hue,
Have toned him as this ghost.
From Cybunny to spectral form,
The type the brave fear most.

Dare you see what you fear most?
Believe, beware, Cybunny ghost.

Green Koi Swimming
By Concertogreat_8 and Wicked_summer

Gleam of green. Scales' silver sheen.
He swims and leaves a bubble trail.
Rising spheres of light, gleaming,
float to the surface,
Borne on current of water.
(Dance. Swim. Breathe.)

He watches them rise (float?), dancing like,
Bubbles pop. On the current.
(Wind? No wind stirs the water, so deep in the sea.)
With a flick of his fins, he swims. So sleek, so bright.
No purpose else.
Pure joy, it is. Flying through this watery deep.
(Seek. Yearn. Fly.)

Like wings his fins stretch about, and
Soars he does through the water.
Leaping fast through silver hoops of kelp and
Watery rail.
(Fish swim by, their eyes fixed straight
Ahead. He laughs, and darts amongst them,
Confusing them, scattering them like rays of
Sunlight through a shattered window pane.)
(Jump. Twirl. Spin.)

Green Koi swims. (Green Koi flies.)
He darts, and swoops, and glides.
(Aquatic loop-the-loops,
Somersaults, circus under the sea.)
Overcome with glee. (The joys of flight.
The joys of water.)
Nothing else does he seek, but the joys of water.
(Fancy. Smile. Dance.)

Water beauteous in its flowing.
Streaming, dancing way. Nothing here is held down
By gravity's strong weight;
Floating the way to go.
Ship glides across the surface,
And he sees (wooden bottom) of the ship.
Carrying spices, possibly, or rare silk
From a far land, to somewhere.
Ocean-bound cargo, perhaps;
So he (Green Koi) thinks.
(Stretch. Swim. Live.)

Goparokko Yurble
By Icesmith

Young and innocent, the Yurble he ran,
Into the jungle, for he had a plan,
Hide and seek? He laughed at the thought,
Hiding in the trees, he'll never be caught.

But then he fell on something bright
And gazed down upon the curious sight,
Numerous blocks all of a different shade,
And if at once, he forgot what he played.

And so he picked up the blocks and had some fun,
Switching and turning and some even spun,
Until they were all arranged in a tidy square,
This then followed with an almighty scare.

The blocks they vanished before his eyes,
Which to say the least was a big surprise,
But then it clicked and he destroyed some more,
And called himself the mighty Witch Doctor.

And so he made a mask from nearby rocks,
And continued to destroy those funny blocks,
But what to call the game? Oh I know,
From this day forth, I'll play Goparokko!

Queen Fyora's Noble Flight
By Foozay_squirlz

On sparkling lavender wings
She looks not at a thing
But she flies to her cause
She never slackens she does not even pause
And her purple locks blew in the wind, the wind
And her purple locks blew in the wind

For Faerieland was ever spiralling down
But the purple faerie in the golden crown
Still flew boldly to save them all
Save them from the frightful fall
And her purple locks blew in the wind, the wind
And her purple locks blew in the wind

She flew beneath the cloud where the city stood
She pushed up with all of the strength that she could
While her wings seemed on fire
And her arms started to tire
And her purple locks blew in the wind, the wind
And her purple locks blew in the wind

Her fearless flight had saved them all
Saved them from that frightful fall
While her wings seemed on fire
And her arms started to tire
And her purple locks blew in the wind, It's true
And her purple locks blew in the wind