The Serpent And The Jailor - SCP Foundation

The Serpent and the Jailor

A tale as old as I

Forever in a war of failure

For a reason none could deny

The Serpent had its sanctum

The Jailor cried "unfair!"

For entry was forbidden

Something the Jailor couldn't bear

So the Jailor poked and prodded

For any Way they could find

But the Serpent sat and waited

For it had them in its bind

Ah, a traitor of the Serpent

A lass, the name of Moose

That day the skies did darken

For the Serpent, she tied a noose

Versed in the ways of magic

A mancer of the Ways

With a tale oh so tragic

Hell this lass would raise

Now a ruler for the Jailors

Teacher of ones dubbed Sigma Three

The traitor begged for power

And won't be sated 'til we're unfree

The month it was December

Locks the Jailors broke

Leaving behind but ember

The Librarians they awoke

The Coward's cries did thunder

As the Librarians attack

The intruders torn asunder

To their prison, they scurry back

And so the Serpent kept its sanctum

The Jailor kept its hell

Moose, we shall not thank them

But we bid them a farewell

With thanks to Luxaiki, fairydoctor, and Valdevia.