Ode to Neo.

-The Faeriest of them all-

Some are sweet and some are sour

Some misuse their reign of power.

Healing ability with no escape,

Neggs of color, size, and shape.

Amongst the stars, between the snow,

Beautiful wings with the utmost glow.

Some with soup and teeth galore,

Most pets old and young adore.

From light to dark, from day to night,

Beloved creatures always in flight.

Rivers to streams, forests to clouds,

Brewing pots and battle cries aloud.

So many choices, but one must pick,

Who is on top of Fyora's list?

Hands of fire, nature, and air,

Or is it the one hiding in her lair?

Gracious blessings offered to those

Chosen pets who dare not appose.

Let them fly and let them be free

Thank them all for making us see

Whether good or evil, big or small,

Choice of weapon or the prettiest doll.

In Neopia there need not be any squall

Of who is the faeriest of them all.

Just a poem I submitted on a topic for a poetry contest. Enjoy, if you catch the meaning!