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When Jill Came Tumbling After

The sun had not shown it's face for years.
She cried so much she had no tears.
In a place hidden beyond her fears,
She wept a thousand sighs.

In sorrow, she moped about the town.
Her face had only seen a frown,
Since the boy who broke his crown,
Would never more be nigh.

Hope was but a distant dream,
In times of fairy tales, it'd seem.
Laying by the simple stream,
They built after he died.

A mourning girl of no more fight,
Left alone and quite contrite,
Used to be her dad's delight,
Sweared that she had tried.

The accusations flew about.
Accidental, yet with doubt.
They could not keep it up without,
Proof of her foul play.

They tried their might to prove her guilt,
But as she stood among the silt,
She grasped at last the wooden hilt,
And knew no other way.

"I've done no wrong!" she proclaimed
"I do not know why you have blamed,
This tragedy that left me lame,
was none of it my fault!"

Then she raised the dagger high.
She knew that she could only die,
If only she'd have strength to try,
Collapsing with a halt.

Gathering round, the people gasped,
Surrounding near the girl collapsed.
A little girl stepped up and asked,
"What wrong has she done?"

"She lost her best friend on that day.
He slipped as crumbly ground gave way.
No wonder she has gone astray.
You have no place to judge!"

A silence came upon the crowd.
She looked up, eyes beneath her shroud,
All that this child had vowed,
Was definitely true.

The child lifted up her chin,
Gave the sad one her best grin.
She let out all she hid within,
Just as the sun shone through.

"I've prayed the sun to shine again.
I've prayed the accusations' end.
I've prayed a lot since it began,
To overcome the bad."

"I've tried so hard to just forgive.
I've tried to let go and let live.
I've tried to be the best I give,
To be happier than sad."

Still the thoughts, they lingered there.
A man then grabbed her by the hair,
And slit the throat of the blue eyed heir,
To her father's throne.

The King let out a painful cry,
Held her tight and asked God why,
How could he now say goodbye?
Letting out a sorrowful groan.

The guard beside then slain the man.
The crowd left speechless now began
To mourn with this King without a plan.
First Jack, now Jill had died.

The sun retreated yet once more,
Swore that it would shine no more,
Upon the land that harbored war,
Only havoc to abide.

I swear at times I see them there,
Upon the hill where no one dare,
Step foot in the foggy air,
That gathers at the base.

We still tell stories of the brave,
And of the fallen humble knave.
The stories last beyond their grave.
I'm sure you've heard this case.

Of Jack and Jill,
Gone up a hill,
to fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.

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