Blight

In the twilight of Forevern,
A sickness creeps, faces turn stern,
A fevered brow, a throbbing ache,
A squall in heart, a painful bone break.
Like a malady that strikes without warning,
A rift between us, steadily forming,
Though a temporary affliction, a passing storm,
But in the moment, it feels so forlorn.
Every word that we spoke, like bitter pills,
The silence between us, a chasm that kills.
Yes, deep down we know, it will soon subside,
And our love will once again, in harmony reside.
Though we use pills and potions,
Time is a vital notion,
In the stillness of slumber,
love finds its rhythm and time whispers,
In its gentle healing wisdom,
We’ll take back Forevern’s kingdom.