Pray for Three

Given little to cling to
Than reason to mourn
Dreams they lay shattered
Hearts o' so torn
Forecast of difference
Skies bright and bold
Still the same blizzard battered
And left only cold

Once off on a breeze
Aloft in the clouds
Though the weight of the world
Is certain to ground
Under sympathy's lure
A lamb to the slaughter
The King would kill for his daughter

Twice ambushed
Drowned of royal blood
Christ called to guide
Though misunderstood
Distaste for devinity
And the gleam of the crown
Once again lead has held down

Thrice disgusted
O' horrible heart
Plethora of passion
Though lacking of smart
Now never again
This promise is sent
Bend to the knee and there be repent