Sonnet For Unethical Practices - SCP Foundation

I seek the haven past the airlock door,

in coat and collar white my love to meet.

She calls to me with hunger evermore

that I may lay new tribute at her feet.

My love is evenhanded as the sun;

she caters not to sentiment nor pride.

Within her arms the frail become undone;

Her touch will warp and break the feeble mind.

Unto her searing glare I turn my eyes;

I'll bring what sacrifices she desires.

My ears are shuttered to the haunting cries

of those who must be gifted to the fires.

I join the strong of mind within her light,

The weak of will I offer to her knife.