The Backwards Rainbow

This room is sterile, I think sadly What a sad place to die, I think sadly There, my brother, my beloved-- rest in peace, I think sadly Violet, indigo, blue, he whispers Green, yellow, orange, he smiles And with a final sigh he says red And with a final sigh he says red You poor child. You poor, suffering child. How I wish I could take your pain! And the backwards rainbow echoes still-- Violet, indigo, blue--a tear, then-- Green, yellow, orange--a smile, then-- Red, I whisper, red. There, my brother, my beloved-- My best friend! Rest in peace, your memory is survived