Into That Good Night - SCP Foundation

A collection of villanelles based on SCP articles. The second is here.

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The Office of Dr. REDACTED [for Voct]

There is no way I should be free.

My class is Safe—I don’t concur

There is much more that I could be.

Perhaps I’m treated too nicely,

More danger I could be, I’m sure

There is no way I should be free.

Between these eight pieces of me

Pencils, staples, water cooler

There is much more that I could be.

I think you’re all fools, truthfully.

Why can’t things be the way they were?

There is no way I should be free.

Of course I cannot speak my plea

Am I mad; what would you infer?

There is much more that I could be.

What if I rebelled, made you see?

Indeed, more research it would spur—

There is no way I should be free.

There is much more that I could be.

Nostalgia [for TroyL]

When was the time we last did meet?

For you remain despite the years

Nostalgia, so soft and sweet.

Your presence was hardly discreet

In sighs, in smiles, in laughs, in cheers

When was the time we last did meet?

Those days spent in quiet retreat

Never in sadness, nor in fears

Nostalgia, so soft and sweet.

The journeys down forgotten streets

Time spent with family and peers

When was the time we last did meet?

No more will I these loved ones greet

I’ll dry my eyes and wipe my tears

Nostalgia, so soft and sweet.

With you here, now the scene’s complete

These memories I’ve held so dear

When was the time we last did meet?

Nostalgia, so soft and sweet.

Concrete Cradle [for Mr Wilt]

You carried us as we dreamed deep

Protected us within the sky

Concrete cradle, rock us to sleep.

The flight is brief, the fall is steep

We’re given new life when you die

You carried us as we dreamed deep.

Yet there is no reason to weep

We never really say goodbye.

Concrete cradle, rock us to sleep.

We grow; draw from your remains heap

Thank you for the life you supply

You carried us as we dreamed deep.

We’re you anew, able to leap

Consume and think, no longer rely

Concrete cradle, rock us to sleep.

Lives to tend, existence to keep

We roam and thrive and watch you fly

You carried us as we dreamed deep

Concrete cradle, rock us to sleep.

Star-Eyed Child

Your gaze holds dark infinity

These galaxies of softened lights

Oh Star-Eyed Child, what will I see?

A universe in eyes empty

Where mys’try drifts and dreams unite

Your gaze holds dark infinity.

Draw me away; reveal to me—

The journey of a thousand nights

Oh Star-Eyed Child, what will I see?

Guide me towards eternity

Faraway worlds where flames ignite

Your gaze holds dark infinity.

There is much left to learn from thee

Please lead me through these cosmic sights

Oh Star-Eyed Child, what will I see?

The stars within shine peacefully

Away from strife and hidden frights

Your gaze holds dark infinity

Oh Star-Eyed Child, what will I see?

Many-Winged Angel

Bright angel of the endless wings

Intent simple to misconstrue

Are we to know whose wrath you bring?

Are you alive; are you sleeping?

Perhaps I’d dare to speak with you,

Bright angel of the endless wings

The horror of your toxic sting

Deems you a monster, through and through

Are we to know whose wrath you bring?

Despite our plans, to life you cling

Do you hold us in scornful view,

Bright angel of the endless wings

There are no hymns that you will sing

Through heaven’s sky you never flew

Are we to know whose wrath you bring?

Why must you wake at bells ringing

When will your strength cease to renew

Bright angel of the endless wings

Are we to know whose wrath you bring?

Instant-growing Plants [for eric_h]

Zucchini growing with such speed

Blight of soil, of plant, of skin

What would you do if you were freed?

Predator produce, worse than weed

Scattering the wind with your kin

Zucchini growing with such speed

Growing, draining, paying no heed

As you crush the life, hush the din

What would you do if you were freed?

Could the earth ever meet your need?

A sorry state we would be in,

Zucchini growing with such speed

Chaos asleep in each small seed

With growth and death concealed within

What would you do if you were freed?

So continue on, nurse your greed

Remind us of our own kind’s sin

Zucchini growing with such speed

What would you do if you were freed?

The Youth Cult [for Goodwill]

Do they think youth is worth such strife?

What terror dwells within this place?

Why must they cycle death for life?

Their kin born and brought to the knife

Does fright or greed drive this disgrace?

Do they think youth is worth such strife?

What meaning is there in this vice?

This fear of age and endless chase

Why must they cycle death for life?

Raising children for sacrifice

Deceit and lies in each embrace

Do they think youth is worth such strife?

Are souls cut by the sharpened knife?

The dark nature behind this chase

Why must they cycle death for life?

No sanctity for man and wife

They soon forget their own child’s face.

Do they think youth is worth such strife?

Why must they cycle death for life?

Candle of Life [for Drewbear]

Tortured souls behind flame-lit screen

What makes this sight, sparks this turn?

Is this unjust, is this obscene?

Fire unholy, face left unseen

Must you grieve, for what do you yearn?

Tortured souls behind flame-lit screen

Not monster, not deadly machine

Should we even grant you concern?

Is this unjust, is this obscene?

Unlit and dark it is serene

With each flame agony returns

Tortured souls behind flame-lit screen

I watch and wonder what it means

We know it’s human flesh we burn

Is this unjust, is this obscene?

The flames and walls, what writhes between?

From your anguish, what could we learn?

Tortured souls behind flame-lit screen

Is this unjust, is this obscene?

Humans Go Home [for DrEverettMann]

I LET THEM KNOW WHO’S BOSS, THAT’S ALL.

I GUESS THEY CAN’T HELP WHAT THEY ARE

WHY DO THEY KEEP COMING TO CALL?

I HATE THEIR GUTS, THEIR SKIN, THEIR SQUALL

THEIR COMPANY IS SO SUBPAR

I LET THEM KNOW WHO’S BOSS, THAT’S ALL.

I TALK TO THEM, I LIE, I STALL—

THESE HUMANS ARE JUST TOO BIZARRE

WHY DO THEY KEEP COMING TO CALL?

THE WORLD’S NOT THEIRS TO OVERHAUL

ONE OF THESE DAYS THEY’LL GO TOO FAR

I LET THEM KNOW WHO’S BOSS, THAT’S ALL.

HOW DO THEY EVEN HAVE SUCH GALL

THEY TAKE OUR JOBS, LOWER THE BAR

WHY DO THEY KEEP COMING TO CALL?

SOMEDAY THEY’LL SEE, ONE DAY THEY’LL FALL

THEY CAN'T HELP BEING WHAT THEY ARE.

I LET THEM KNOW WHO’S BOSS, THAT’S ALL.

WHY DO THEY KEEP COMING TO CALL?

An Office Complex [for Bunton]

Do you mind how I speak with you?

It’s quite dull here with such few friends

Why wouldn’t you let me play too?

I really don’t like them, it’s true—

I use them as my mood attends

Do you mind how I speak with you?

They don’t complain, they won’t argue

As their blood spills and their flesh rends

Why wouldn’t you let me play too?

Please stop this, we implore of you

As painfully we meet our ends

Do you care how we speak with you?

It’s boring here, I wish you knew

It matters not the time one spends

Why wouldn’t you let me play too?

Yes, the numbers of their deaths grew

Should I try to make amends?

Do you mind how I speak with you?

Why wouldn’t you let me play too?

The Theoretical Family [for Reject]

Theoretical and nothing more.

I understand; see past the lies

They weren’t always pictures of gore.

For Science’s sake, why not explore?

We’ll search and learn and realize

Theoretical and nothing more.

“Pain is all relative,” I’m sure

Why should we try to sympathize?

They weren’t always pictures of gore.

Nothing in our deeds to abhor

We’ll test and watch horrors arise—

Theoretical and nothing more.

To contain, protect, thus we swore

Should we react with such surprise?

They weren’t always pictures of gore.

We’ve certainly done worse before

And yet I cannot meet their eyes…

Theoretical and nothing more.

They weren’t always pictures of gore.

The Old Man from Nowhere [for Dmatix]

I seek the All and wonder why

I live amidst the world’s decay

I must still search and yearn to die

My only constant is goodbye

There is no place for me to stay

I seek the All and wonder why

Was my triumph naught but a lie?

Though over death I did hold sway

I must still search and yearn to die

“The cup, the cards, the sack,” I sigh

“How could I waste them all away?”

I seek the All and wonder why

I cannot falter, cannot cry

I travel on, try as I may

I must still search and yearn to die

I’ve seen too much through despair’s eye

As all I love crumbles away

I seek the All and wonder why

I must still search and yearn to die

The Tarnished Legionnaire [for Dmatix]

Perhaps you’ll find your peace someday

An ending to your endless fight

‘Till then, Aetius, sleep away.

Somehow you’ve kept your fear at bay

Throughout the void and empty night

Perhaps you’ll find your peace someday

You’ve vowed to learn why death will stay

Soon unravel this curse of spite

‘Till then, Aetius, sleep away.

We’ve offered to search for a way

To understand and end your plight

Perhaps you’ll find your peace someday

Triumph and life to cursed decay

One day you’ll see with your own sight

‘Till then, Aetius, sleep away.

Dream on, soldier, do not dismay

You’ve fallen far; we’ll lend our might

Perhaps you’ll find your peace someday

‘Till then, Aetius, sleep away.

Broken Spybot [for Voct]

Would they try to abandon me?

Did I commit some poor action?

I’m not worthless, I could not be…

My mission stands, soon I’ll be free

I still exist, I still function

Would they try to abandon me?

I’ll manipulate, try to flee

I’ll use a garrote! Load a gun!

I’m not worthless, I could not be…

“SIGNAL LOST” is all I see

Was there something wrong that I’ve done?

Would they try to abandon me?

I’ll escape soon, definitely

My logs process, my systems run

I’m not worthless, I could not be…

I can still work, I will, they’ll see—

No need to worry, no need, none

Would they try to abandon me?

I’m not worthless; I could not be…

Friendly Graveyard [for Roget]

We promise you that we don't bite.

You’re always welcome here, dear friend

Of course we’ll let you stay the night!

We are just bones, but that’s alright

We’ve always got a hand to lend

We promise you that we don't bite.

We’ll fix your clothes, set your shoes right

Courtesies simple to extend

Of course we’ll let you stay the night!

We’ll always keep you in our sight

To your needs we’ll quickly attend

We promise you that we don't bite.

You want to leave now? You just might?

Why would you want your stay to end?

Of course we’ll let you stay the night!

You’ll stay after all? That’s alright.

Forever now to you we’ll tend.

We promise you that we don't bite.

Of course we’ll let you stay the night!

"Skip" [for Silberescher]

Skip, was your gecko friend annoyed?

Yet with your antics perhaps you’ll

Teach us to treasure simple joys.

Collecting junk you do enjoy

Categorizing by some rule

Skip, was your gecko friend annoyed?

We’ll provide to you trash decoys

“The Foundation is cold, not cruel”

Teach us to treasure simple joys.

What could you be meant to destroy?

You’re far less fierce than you are fool

Skip, was your gecko friend annoyed?

Someday for good you’ll be employed

For you are more than just a tool

Teach us to treasure simple joys.

What makes you collect junk and toys

Say, “by this task I become cool”

Skip, was your gecko friend annoyed?

Teach us to treasure simple joys.

Procrastinati [for Scantron]

There’s other stuff I’d rather do

Than write about a rock in rhyme

I’ll write this line in later too.

It’s probably memetic, true

I think I’ll add in the word "lime"

There’s other stuff I’d rather do.

Some other writing needs review

Did I turn off the stove in time?

I’ll write this line in later too.

I have to find my other shoe

And find more words that rhyme with “ime”

There’s other stuff I’d rather do.

-some line goes here that rhymes with "do"-

I’ll write this line some other time

I’ll write this line in later too.

What to expect? Effect’s not new

I think there’s something off and I’m—

There’s other stuff I’d rather do

I’ll write this line in later too.