Poetic Records of the Alagaddan Lords - SCP Foundation

Poetic Records of the Alagaddan Lords

Byㅤ DrGooday

Published on 21 Jun 2022 20:25

Poetic Records of the Alagaddan Lords

Nigredo

L'angoscia nei Traditori

Filled to the brim with rot and corruption

Traitor of traitors to the rightful crown

Out of the city, into damnation

Upon the forgotten lord we look down

Tried to bring us down with his disruption

A poison blade hidden within his gown

With a smirk he waltzed through the castle gates

The horrid lord knows not what soon awaits

Holding the plagued under his allurement

Cloaking our land into a midnight black

His word spreading nothing but our torment

The unforeseen act brought the King aback

Into the void, the lord forced to decent

A time we can hope to never bring back

Forever now must we remain in murk

His anguish has besmirch our greatest work

Albedo

Purezza nei Diligenza

From the darkness comes a shining white light

Purity veiled behind her diligence

An apt replacement to the old god’s blight

Her work, the cities truest impetus

Her flame it flickers, pushing back the night

We dare not to allow her negligence

So alone she remains, head down in work

Hidden by the candle light she must lurk

A hollow light in this city of sin

Pushing back the ever approaching dark

Forever waiting, a Yang without Yin

Her actions hushed, going without remark

Orchestrating a game no one could win

A terrible task no one will embark

Blowing away their darkest smoke and soot

Change in all that there is is underfoot

Citrinitas

L'odio nei Marcio

Fire burning brighter than our very soul

A dirty, disgusting, rot yellow pus

Burning and festering against the whole

With anger and hate they fail to suppress

With a single word he stamps out the prole

The source of his rot we dare not to guess

Pray that his outbursts don’t lead to our ruin

Done too much for this to be our undoin'

Cracking and crumbling under the soul's light

We struggle to stand up against this force

How can we bear this, such an unfair fight

Can we truly hope to move from this course

Putrid tears roll down, our memories blur

Nothing remains within, aside for remorse

So we cower in fear, dare not to shrive

And while we rot he continues to thrive

Rubedo

Perfezione nei Allegria

True and utter perfection in havoc

Shattering of everything we may know

Blood and wine flow through the streets so lavatic

With fabricated joy they do bestow

Their smile a falsehood, not empathic

Their glass full, they assure there is no woe

We sit in their hall, our masks façade joy

We happy few remain not but a toy

The lens here remains oh so very clear

Memories fade away in a drunk blur

The maddened lord leans in, there is no fear

The other lords feel like filth, not but cur

So behold the mirthful, cry not a tear

As they bring the blade down with a sly smirk

Allagadda beholds its greatest work!

With thanks to Tstaffor, Ralliston, and Webb.