A father of three with heavy hands
Thrusting towards the one who swayed his heart
The blackest of blues to go with a gorgeous blouse
Prayers of reprieve for a mother of three

Cries suppressed by small hands to mouths
Nightwear soiled by catatonic detatchment
Folding doors separate to find innocence in peril
Young knights resolved to protect a beautiful princess

Sons faces dripping with honorable tears
Having watched every thrust to the one they love
Ripped blouse to go with the blacks and blues
Their mother granted distracted reprieve

Dilated eyes cast towards a princess still crying
Brothers no longer standing for his ill intentions
No hand shall touch the purity of this soul
A heavy step attempted prior to his life having been ended