The Red Cloak of Mars

On crimson sands, beneath a rusty sky, A figure walks, and a cloak of fireflies high. The Red Cloak of Mars, a legend whispered low, Through canyons vast, where ancient secrets flow. Is it a hero, cloaked in Martian fire, Defender bold, with untamed desire? Or perhaps a phantom, haunting desolate plains, A lonely soul, where silence reigns? The red cloak billows, a mystery untold, A splash of color in the Martian cold. Does it conceal a warrior, fierce and grand, Or a wanderer, lost in this alien land? The Red Cloak fades, as shadows lengthen deep, Leaving behind a fiery secret to keep. A silent promise whispered on the breeze, The Red Cloak of Mars, forever to appease.