All Is Calm. Yes, All Is Well. - SCP Foundation

Sparks and metal scattering

The battlefield turned to ash

Bolts of arcane flying past

Men vanished within a flash

These men, they cry out to you

Their supplies are falling low

Your enemies approaching

Surely with more to follow

Emotions blurred with panic

Yet, a plan begins to form

Your fists sweep in a pattern

Energy begins to storm

"Hear those monsters calling you

Dare not heed their awful cries

Hold your weapon at your side

And surge on as magic flies"

You holler as you charge in

In tandem, machine and spell

The enemy still roaring

All is calm. Yes, all is well.

Your laboratory sterile

The room shaking from the blast

You ignore it, you tinker

The work must be finished fast

Those awful beasts towering

Shadows cast upon your Site

Their footsteps swift approaching

You swear you'll put up a fight

Swiftly carving the symbols

As they're banging on your door

Hit the ground, do not cower

Show them what you have in store

You pull the trigger justly

Bullets turn their bones to ash

In the ammo, magic flows

Causing their bodies to mash

Your last attacker, fallen

Long gone, far as you can tell

Rise to your feet with a sigh

All is calm. Yes, all is well.

Our numbers they keep dwindling

Back to them, we do the same

Both our men, now so fatigued

Yet our anger's still aflame

As tired as we may be

Strategy will win this bout

"For we refuse to meet an end!"

I swear we shall remain stout

Sigils carved into the dirt

Brave men dare not be replaced

As unholy beasts shall rise

Charge straight into dangers faced

Terrible forces raging

With magic's frightening blast

The battlefield preys for death

As your spell begins to cast

Words entwined with fire and hate

Your power and your rage swell

As it is released you grin:

All is calm. Yes, all is well.

Dust awaiting to settle

The suns light rises once more

Such death, bodies uncounted

I blink my eyes, my bones: sore

The chemist groans to his feet

Healing magic on his mind

The material he gathers

Giving help to all he finds

Between such men, the foreman

Ash covering his steel hands

Raising men back to their feet

Repairing all where he can

So the general lights the cig

Her breath quick and unsteady,

Rallying us into our place

A speech they all made ready

Their men look to them for aid

Brushing my arm; ashes fell

With tired eyes they call out

"All is calm. Yes, all is well."

With thanks to LAN 2D, Doctor Cimmerian, notgull, and Arcydziegiel.