Death God

A being forged, sun and moon aligned,
Descends upon the oak, an ancient design,
Eminence indulged, a spoiled soul's reign,
Crimson tide surges, revealing the bane,

Within the fervent brood, veils of deceit,
Illusions of grandeur, a darkened conceit,
Infernal cinders ignite, truth they erode,
In this tumultuous realm, deception's abode.