Thou, Us and King

My  
dad  
descends
abandoned  
plain,
wearing  
his  
shadow  
torn.
 
He  
will  
rescind
this  
land  
again,
scaring  
his  
meadow  
corn.
 
Until  
we  
mend
his  
hand  
of  
reign,
bury  
his  
rainbow  
sworn.
 
On  
hills,  
my  
friends
of  
sand  
remain,
carrying  
new  
still-  
born.