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