Second Quarto - SCP Foundation

A second collection of sonnets.

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The Black Rabbit Company

Wiz says, "We have dreams we want to achieve,

"We have our plans and charters, jobs and locks

"We have our symbols, robes and ships and seas

"We're here to push the world outside the box."

1 says, "Watch the wizard, he's going to try

"To leave here, you can save him from himself."

2 says, "Listen to me, I'll tell you why

"We cannot be contained upon this shelf."

3 says, "Please let us go, we've done no wrong.

"Why suffer us this never-ending hell?"

4 says, "Get on your knees and suck my schlong

"Or leave me be. Just get out of my cell."

When 5 comes, there is nothing to discuss.

Leave her alone. "Happy birthday to us."

Horseshoe Beach First Baptist Church (Relocated)

One Dalet member stands along the sand

Of Panacea's crashing, awesome waves

He's waiting for the church again to land

And send the screaming Baptists to their graves

There's thirty-seven of them, chosen few

Selected to live lives exempt from want

Recite the hymns and scriptures from their pews

And die within their mass baptismal font

There's hardly bubbles when resurgence comes

And Dalet waits for Holy Ghost and fire

But all he hears is heartbeat loud as drums

Within his chest, march for a liquid pyre

All now that's left is murmurs in the seas

Protestants whisp'ring "help us, save us, please"

Where The Dragons Went

They came to us with hope that we would view

Them as they once appeared in all their glory

Wanting us to help, and not to be skewed

As drawings in a children's fairy story

But all they were was paper, folded tight

Into flimsy avatars of splendor

They tried to warn us of the dying light

That war was coming, and they couldn't render

Themselves upon us, they needed our aid

But all we saw was toys alighting on

Our fingertips, their messages waylaid

And then came fire, blood—then they were gone

We've now lost how they had loved us before

"Here were dragons" is how we've priced their lore.

Mourning Cloak

It's seen no empires fall, no cities burned

Its memories are not so light or big

No shipwrecked boats the sea has overchurned

Or war-massed graves, and those who're forced to dig

Its thoughts instead are small and intimate

Heavy sorrows upon the brows of men

Prayers they've pressed upon the filament

A cry for sympathy time and again

It's seen the hungry mouths, held wide

The lonely tables meant for more than one

A child in darkness, trying hard to hide

All these it gives to you, suppressing none

The thoughts destroy you, ravages of time

It whispers, "Here now, let me show you mine."

The "Stepford Marriage" Rings

"Come here, my sweet, I've got something to ask.

"It's something that you've longtime waited for.

"I know I've thought you not up to the task

"To settle home and hearth and clean-swept floor.

"I know you've thought of leaving—please don't lie.

"I know you think our love is all askew.

"But darling, I can change, or I can try,

"And more importantly you can change too.

"I know you've thought me to be quite the jerk

"Insisting on tradition; now I plea,

"I think I've found a way to make this work

"So please, my darling, won't you marry me?"

"Yes," she cries, so thrilled to end her wait

And ring upon her finger seals her fate.

The Dungeon

There's water softly dripping from the roof

And with conviction six feet step in time

While two of them are quiet and aloof

The third is wailing, telling of his crime

His jailers are unsympathetic, taut

Unwilling to think of him as human

A person who had done wrong and been caught

And now was lead through their stone-wrought lumen

"I didn't want to!" he cries through his tears

"They said that I would have to take the blame

"They played on all my loves, and all my fears,

"Please tell me, would you not have done the same?"

The chains snap out and drag him to his fate

To quench a thirst for justice we can't sate.

The Lost Child

The doctor rests his hands upon her cell

On glass that separates the child from him

He waits for her to loose her words and tell

What he can't find upon a paper skim

She watches him with eyes that tell of grief

Of children just like her who passed away

Of sadness, terror, sorrow and relief

Of babies who were lost or gone astray

He cannot speak now, he has no more words

He only waits in dark solemnity

For his son's speech to fly her mouth like birds

Assuage the guilt he's felt so endlessly

Her mouth will give him words to help him grieve

While lifted hands cry out for him to leave

Anomalous Typeface

For real, my dudes, I do not understand

Why we can't just be chill about this font

It's just a typeface! Nothing to be banned

And purposely designed to never daunt

I think it's truly silly, really, now,

That we've allowed ourselves to be so cowed

By this. Do we think our collective brow

Is so high that some letters aren't allowed?!

We're better than this, look inside your heart

And see that we can end this petty spat

That's driven kerning nerds and friends apart

So just believe that we—oh dear, what's that?

NO WAIT I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE IT SHOW

I'LL MAKE IT STOP DON'T TOUCH ME NO NO NO!

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