In the mountain, the forgotten god sits.
He's now so old and frayed he's nigh lost his wits.
Wan and tarnished, his powers slumbered,
While his family tried to tear the world asunder.
Still the god sat on his throne,
And ruled his kingdom of curses and stone.
When his bones began to creak,
The ancient moon waned and started to weep.
But as the god's eyes fluttered close.
His enemy sent a pretty rose.
And that dear friends is what finally broke him.
A single offering meant to destroy him from within.
I am HOOKED