Jill drew another laboured breath
The strength within her waning
The weight that lay upon her chest
Made her gasp for air, lungs straining.
“I do not want to go,” she wept,
“I do not want to die!”
The pain that into her voice crept
Made all there want to cry.
The exhaustion, which into her limbs slipped,
Dragged her down like a stone
And as death deeper into her ripped
She faced the fall alone.
“Oh where,” she rasped,
“Oh where is Jack? Why, will he not come to me?”
But in their eyes she had already grasped
There was only one place he could be.
Though try as she might to keep out the fear
It bit into her heart as a knife;
If Jack was dead then her death was near
For Jack was more desirous of life.
Jill’s pulse was slowing now
And try as she might
She just couldn’t get enough breath
As the light dimmed down
He came with his chains,
The gaunt and grim figure of Death.
Death grew ever nearer
The strength within him cimbed
His image appeared ever clearer
While all else was left behind.
He bound Jill to him, he jumped off the ledge,
She fought, though her form became thin.
Though she was dragged down, she grabbed onto the edge
Her arms failing, she screamed, “I give in!”
They cried for the children, they left, all was still
This is the tale of the death of the twins
Jack and Jill fell down the hill
For gravity always wins.