Red Nights of Mars

Awardly moving miles upon miles, A tinted dawn rolls forward beyond the horizon, With a tainted view of things here before, The gigantic ship sank as a red floor came into view, The cameras roll crosswardly encamping a brown fogs dew, With-in a voyagnautic oblivion the men travel into, Where do they go, what will they do, all big news, A bright star comes into view, it a beautiful score, Behind it it's what they call the door, Venus, And it always seems bigger than before, And then the deep and meaningful blues, Lovely shades and hues, But back to before, with red dull dirty floor, Hovering deeply driftly softly, dreaming for more,