The Mighty Oak

Nicholas, you doted in a mirror
With the eye of the Antichrist's milieu.
Like a mighty Oak in the forest you
Were uprooted by your trunk and thrown down.
Like I could have been, had I preserved that
Wicked Theme, which brought pains to my hardened
Heart, and made my face like pins and needles.
Do not tempt God, lest He be angry, son.
For there is healing if you turn back now.