Rainbow

This silent, sallow summer, 
This misty, medieval morn
These dank, dark, dykes of glistening dew
This wisp of smoke
The sound of a crow
No surprise if treachery had been committed here 
Yet turn away, then look again
Across the vale and over the fen
The sky alight in pink and blue 
And every shade of rainbows hue 
And with the rainbow soft rain fell
And turned our thoughts from a murderous hell
To ones of joy and pleasures new
A reformation just for you