France :
An old story, forgotten by many.
One shard of the god of flesh,
two thousand automata serving MEKHANE,
the guardians who stave off the third Hytoth,
they who were gathered by the four gospels,
the eyes who watch the stars die in fives,
and the six-fingered serpentine hand,
all gathered to seal the king in red robes,
away from his brides, to rot alone, forever.
His followers disbanded, his children are gone,
and yet he laughed, as his seals broke over,
and over,
and over,
and over,
and over,
and over again.
Sure of his return, of his triumph, he proclaimed:
"Seven brides, seven spears, seven gates for the Scarlet King!"
But the lady of black thorns was clever,
and sealed the king in his own tale,
the marks of his liberation becoming those of his demise,
and so, too late, he realized
that the number seven was never his. -scp-5137
2026-08-15 02:22:28