Jim and Jill were lovers true, above an airy world they flew
from field to field and sky to sky with warming looks in each other's eyes
and smug smiles above the sullen mass below this airy world of light.
Till came a blackbird, scratched and strong, who bit Jill just on her head.
A damsel with a dulcimer, below the sky, in drowning fogs of black
struck against her as she fell, from high to low, Jim flying to help.
The blind lady, her sword stained, still blind from black, struck again.
And Jim, too, fell from airy sky to darkened earth, and obscured his was
body's search
for the ground by passing the fog; he was sinking like a log (in air, of course).
He came to, still falling through the black, and flew up, remembering poor Jill,
Who by now, had gone quite still, and he flew across the sky, blinded now by tears
mixed with smog.
He came up again, out of the fog, back to that airy world, but all he saw was black,
his eyes were covered and his body painted, and Jim, (once pleasant, if you had ever met him),
struck against all he could see, which was black, like his bitter memory,
of Jill (still quite still).
Bill and Kim were lovers true, above an airy world they flew
from field to field and sky to sky with warming looks in their eye's
and cheered smiles above the darkened mass below that airy world of light,
Till came up Jim, scratched and sad, who bit Bill upon his skull.
