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.