Hello shiny loop of post-shower Rainbow, you of mosaic-powered striated halo, and so sages tell, a sign of faith.
You chaste secreter of much potted gold, crescented magic of arc-perfection your brilliant mixtures of shaded hues break raindrops into states of optic illusion which act as temptation.
Oh consummate sweep of bow-creation, who can know when and what day you appear, colourfully naked.
Rainbow you cover your real blessings in pseudo-gilt with which ingratiates have become obsessed.
Sedate then all lucre-lust with a curved root at each end of your rain-augmented foot to waylay theft. Divert and deflect looters with luminous know-how and curl into spacial deception before desecration.
Bedazzle all lechers by preventing entry to any pretentious view of your sensitive and tremulous end.
You as writhe of kaleidoscope can keep away crooked schemers by retaining your varisome irridescence. Alive with mysterious rays behave like a ghost loathing the sun, be as invisible, turn pale, fade, and disappear to invalidate trespass.
Rainbow hide what is always your own from blind passers by with greedy *****-eyes, stay unmolested.
Stretch out your tracery uncontrolled, a beauteous vision who keeps her vaulted prism a glorious whole.