Lava sky
Enjoying the world was an easy pleasure that costed nothing – Another blessing of nature's beauty. The strange redness must've come from a full moon catching sun flames, hidden behind ashy clouds The magmatic glow of aurora nocturnal. Lava light, like fiery syrup, running over the carbon-black nebulae whipped into the sky and jammed to the brim with lead-weight raindrops primed to hammer the planet like little bombs – A watery blitz. It was a volcanic rage rarely formed in the airy bodies of heaven, more at home among the quake of rocks and chains in the furnace of the underworld. It was as though the Old Gods – Roman Gods – had come alive and pushed soft heaven aside to watch us. It was a war sky, and we hungry warriors faced the forces that oppressed us with a tenacious spirit.