Okay . . . don't own NeoPets, but this is a poem about my favorite of favorites, the Ghost Lupe! Poor guy gets stuck in the Gallery of Evil just 'cause he's dead (grumble grumble). Actually, this started out as addressed to his bride, but now I think it is more addressed to the Lupe himself, from his bride (which I like). Interpret it as you will. It is not a lament, it is a blessing upon the other.

Also . . . to give credit where credit is due . . . this is based on the song in Shakespeare's play, "Cymbeline". Thank you, Shakespeare!

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Earth shall ever hide thee

Darkness never find thee

Fyora may she bless thee

Undisturbed shall be thy grave.

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Tyrants cannot harm thee

Faerie cannot curse thee

Good be all around thee

Renownèd be thy grave.

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Light be before thee

Light be behind thee

Light be ever with thee

Beautiful be thy grave.

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Native dare not touch thee

Whip dare not lash thee

Sword cannot cleave thee

Protected be thy grave.

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May paths light before thee

May dark flee before thee

Pray all the Faeries bless thee

Remembered be thy grave!