Cloud tattered the evening gowns in tears of violet

 Dyeing indigo, the ocean churns its navy blues

Shells on the shore explode but the beat goes on 

 To wing over vales camouflaged in an obscene green

A blaze of yellow smites, like a sun it burns the germ

Peals of orange, ring the phoenix from ashes aglow;

Forget not those red drops, so silent in snow.

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prompt:  VIBGYOR

to the sacrifice and valour  of the armed forces