RED RAINBOWS

Tucked between towering peaks,
To the alien beholder,a paradise;
A place seen like never before,
An ancient dwelling of the wise,

Arcane things happen here,
To many a cause of distress,
To some,a valley of doom,
But, still,a place so dear,

Truly,Providence's paradox;
It's virtually impossible to explain,
The box that Pandora left behind,
Full of mystery,conundrum,and pain,

A place where even a rainbow,
Appears under a veil of red,
Lest the ground underneath shake,
In an attempt to speak for the dead,

In the colour that indicates life,
Or the colour that stains the dead,
It's a place where colour is seen,
But only as a shade of red.