Lowered Rainbow

A lowered rainbow smolders and hovers as all coalesce around it
But its face a laughing chasm
Dress up its bodies and grind up its bones
They made up their minds and now we'll make our move

Death dealer enters in white gloves
Palms open
Tell us all
We're riding with a straight face
The dealer obliged
The clouds roll in quick as they turn to stone
And when the sky falls we'll see rainbow will close