A Swingset's Song - SCP Foundation

Here I am with metal arms; still and silent, knowing

Tracing back to rural farms; old and quiet, sowing

As a boy I learned I had; low and secret, power

Grew much older, good and bad; self-taught knowledge, flowered

A stronger frame gave me in life; skill and chances, schemer

Not coveting success or wife; no need for child, dreamer

I sought to be the one who gives; inspiration, wonder

Yet failed to be someone who lives; real life is hard, blunder

Setting out to shape my course; seek my own way, freedom

Using skills of phantom source; make well the world, feed them

Building wonders for the young; my calling found, completed

The accidental trap is sprung; blood and failure, seeded

I failed three times, abysmal; alone and guilty, tragic

Knowing that my ledger's full; red from misuse, magic

A final use symbolically; an overcharge, of strength

Break my light equivocally; contorting death, its length

Slumbering in playground bed; a friend is made, he listens

Holding on to what I've shed; fear glittering, it glistens

Betrayed and given up to some; sequestered far, contained

Friendship with an odd machine; not ending well, restrained

No understanding comes with this: some accidents, alarmed

I give out one last Christmas gift; your colleague's here, unharmed

They give up hope just like I did; forgotten long, so still

Until the end times knock the world; unmerciful, to kill

Eons pass and here I stay; my only friends, are rubble

Calling out the only way; with broken light, my bubble

A guilty lighthouse in the dark; dying planet, shattered

A voice replies, a shining arc; will this one think, I mattered?