Inspired by the Book of Leviticus

And on the eighth day - 
a silence fell over the camp.

The flames leapt forth, holy tongues of fire 
consuming, devouring the luscious offerings
too good to leave. 

And the young men were too close, too close
stumbling toward the orchard, eyes ablaze with zeal
to the passionate embrace of the Endless. 

Perhaps they got what they wanted - 
souls ascending to the upper realms - 
after all, no one can gaze upon the Divine Face and live.

The murmuration of holy beings reveals this secret:
strange fire surrounds the throne still
amber flashes dancing before the Ancient One.