Mars Attacks!  

These nights belong to Mars and it's red heat.

From a smokey and sultry latitude
It plots our desiccated defeat
With a fierce vermilion magnitude!

It's arid hate conspires with the sun
To see that the night offers no relief
From wildfire flames men can't outrun
Be they youthful trooper or wizened chief,
Sworn to save the blazing Bonanza map
And all the sere topography depicted
Flowing only with blood and raucous sap
Too much now by Martian craze afflicted!

Even crescent Luna is red with rage;

Her bloodlust rising past the burning sage!