The Red Weed (Part 2)

Then, on the ninth day, we saw the Martians eating
 Inside the hood of their new machine
 They were draining the fresh living blood of men and women
 And injecting it into their own veins
 Argh! It's a sign! I've been given a sign
 They must be cast out
 And I have been chosen to do it
 I must confront them now
 No Parson, No!
 Those machines are just demons in another form
 I shall destroy them with my prayers
 I shall burn them with my holy cross
 I shall
 The curious eye of a Martian appeared at the window slit
 And a menacing claw explored the room
 I dragged the parson down to the coal cellar
 I heard the Martian fumbling at the latch
 In the darkness I could see the claw touching things; walls, coal, wood
 And then, it touched my boot. I almost shouted
 For a time it was still, and then, with a click, it gripped something
 The parson! With slow, deliberate movements
 His unconscious body was dragged away
 And there was nothing I could do to prevent it!
 I crept to the blocked window slit and peered through the creeper
 The Martians, and all their machinery, had gone!
 Trembling, I dug my way out and clambered to the top of the mound
 Not a Martian in sight!
 The day seemed dazzling bright after my imprisonment and the sky a glowing blue
 Red Weed covered every scrap of ground but a gentle breeze kept it swaying
 And oh, the sweetness of the air