the writer’s tears

With thee pen this contract written
In a dark green cavern night 
Once a serpent viper bitten 
So took dark from the withering light 
The writer’s tests, trials and tears 
From birth to life so death begun 
With bats in darkness frightening fears 
A soul risen to death succumb 
O Lord of light; of sun and hope 
Flew across mountains whitest cloud 
Will love this night elope 
Or wither as ghosts in dust’s own shroud