The Warning:
Life is diverse,
A tree with infinite leaves; Dreaming upon many seas,
The gift of mortality,
Willingness to live and die; Provide to another the gift of fertility,
It is amazing my dear,
Why must blindness undergo to make it seem like a curse; A dying God's tear,
Misfortune born to fuel tragedy upon tragedy,
The Hanged King is their pain, their living, and their dying; their majesty,
Is that what you want to be? Unwilling to die; to suffer under centuries of boredom until those centuries become a millennia?
Once a grand tree, now a sorrowful mess of the Scarlet King's deeds,
Now reality will crumble,
A fate so frightening yet so humble,
Take seriously this warning,
Before you perish: an entity of reproduction, food harvesting and destroying,
The Scarlet King is coming.
~~~
Roots:
Crawling through the soil,
Its soul has been tainted and spoiled,
The others shining gracefully above,
As it rots below; never have gained love,
Hatred was grown in its heart,
A tainted piece of art,
Devouring each sister and brethren,
With growing speeds of a whistling siren,
One day agony will be the norm,
As we choke on old Khahrahk's thorns,
Overpowering choirs will mute,
The only thing remaining is the roots.
~~~
The Ambassador:
Two separate worlds,
Joined by portal holds,
To open; a ritual must commence,
Newcomers arrive in overwhelmed tense,
But this play is a hoax;
The slyness of a charismatic fox,
For to gain, for to lose,
Wrapped around your neck is the king's noose,
You grip on, trying to grasp for air,
But your in its world and nothing is fair,
No civilian will be free,
For their punishment's a millennial fee,
The Ambassador joins in;
Tainting the plays end in cultural sin,
Actors taking their terminal breath;
Last moments suffocated in wrath.
~~~
Beyond Human Comprehension:
Talloran's vague description of SCP-3999: I am at the Centre of everything I do.
Knowledge ever so vast,
The power of artistic craft,
In my hands I behold a story,
Some of which can be gory,
Tearing through each page,
I have become an omnipotent mage,
Able to change each thing,
Hanging around like a ring,
My power is nigh,
Oh honey, please don't cry,
The page releases a fresh smell,
Reality is under our spell,
The Wanderers Library is for wandering,
Imaginations bliss in pondering,
Information pours out,
The Tree of Knowledges growing sprout,
But beware,
Nobody sits in the same chair,
Some are wonderful,
And some are hateful,
Your fate is in our hand,
We're fully capable of plucking out every strand.
~~~
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