Fruit upon a tree

A tree on the mountain's summit
Shining gold in the brink of dawn
On a cliff the sun rests to be lit
And the tree rests heavenly drawn

Oh, what a blessing it is to be
To be a fruit upon the blessed tree
Wood forethought by poets to be
Laying on the kingdom of greatest He

But nights howl Wind's moans
Rocking vines above piercing stones
Where ravenous devils lurk around
Devouring all on hellish ground

Ah! my branch swings rigorously!
And I'm frightened, I'm terrified!
For I know any next blow may be
The veer I fear; the end of me!

Is it a blessing, or a curse,
To be harboring terrible fear
And yet, over quenching all thirsts
In a life with my immolation oh so near

"Shall Time see my Leisure yonder,
Or will Fate seal Thanatos's scroll?"