Dark and Light, Dark

The dark, when Abelard met Heloise,
Had settled on the continent, unlit
By stars, the moon, electric lamps, or wit.
The populace began to cough and wheeze
Brought on by widespread allergies to cheese
And crackers, cleaning up was done with spit,
The knights kept ripe bananas in their kit
To ward off succubi, but lived with fleas.

The light, when Heloise met Abelard,
Was never true, and hardly ever shone
For Druid worshipers of futile dawn;
Clouds, fog and sleet came suddenly and hard
Leaving the people scared and dark roads scarred,
And soon enough the lovers had moved on.