Garden of Roses White - SCP Foundation

AstersQuill

Garden of Roses White, a poem for SCP-3997 by AstersQuill

The world outside is dark and cold,

Above are lights that hum.

And in the other room you hear

The screams of those undone.

Valiantly you toe the line

Between their fear and hate.

So close your eyes and open up your mind

A garden of roses awaits.

Late at night you feel its call;

A tugging at your sheets.

Like Sandman’s spell or the midnight bell

It entices and entreats.

For you will search so far and wide and up and down the street.

And upon the land of kings and queens

A garden of roses awaits.

Oh, garden of roses white

Why do you hide away?

Is it because of your beauty

Or the ones who wouldn’t stay?

For maybe you are nothing

But a memory now far gone.

The sunny days which fade away

To innocence forever gone.

Who knows if you are even real

Or in our minds you’ll stay.

We were told to forgo your laudanum cure;

For those days have gone away.

But many here remember you

But many here will stay

As we must die and suffer in the dark

So others may see the day.