Countdown: Eighth Day Poem by Mashe Others

The night sky burns
A reluctant aurora.
There's gotta be blood on the moon.
Raindrops?
I don't understand..
Fire is melting down!
Shall I step out,
Will I set aflame?
And ignite as my heart?
Or will it put off
The agitation in my mind?
Cleanse my spirit?
Hide my tears...
A thunderstorm,
Flashes of lightning,
And the stinking of the earth...
I think an angel fell on
Our roof, the Gods,
Angry on the eighth day.