Firestorm

Today's poem is about H.G. Well's War of the Worlds, in one sonnet. There are spoilers, if you haven't read the book or seen the film.

Firestorm
 
Green flashes in the sky at night
Cylinders flying, crash on earth
A portent of the coming fight
An end to joy, an end to mirth
 
Heat rays flare out and burn
Martians make their mark today
And fate has taken an evil turn
Fighting machines are on the way
 
Red weed comes and coats the land
The death toll rising, human cost
As fate deals out a losing hand
And hope is gone, and all is lost
 
The Martians wail, a dying call
Bacteria brought about their fall