The Voice of the Rainbow

"The Voice of the Rainbow" A voice like thunder, forged in flame, He rose from shadows, carved his name. From Elf to Rainbow’s crimson skies, To Sabbath's dark and mournful cries. A silver cross, a devil’s horn, He sang of dragons, dreams, and scorn. In lands where starlight kissed the blade, His words were spells the gods obeyed. Small in frame, but giant soul, He bore the weight of metal's role. A bard, a knight, a sacred flame, The stage, his kingdom—song, his claim. The "Man on the Silver Mountain" climbed, With every note, our hearts he mined. He sang of evil, love, and lore, And left us craving evermore. Gone too soon, but never still— His echo roams the vale and hill. For every outcast, dreamer, seer, Dio’s voice is ever near. So raise the horns, and let them fly— A tribute to the starry sky. The magic lives, it shall not die— Ronnie rides the rainbow high.