Being hung for twenty suns,
Now near death,
Li vowed that he’d just begun.

He stayed with the Princess of light,
For four times twenty nights,
Staying there, under her care,
Unable to move frame so slight,
Laying there, under her care.
She spooned Li broth of barley,
Shivering and eating barely,
Rests with her, feeling the cure.
Hold life shallow and sparely
Lays with her. Feeling the cure.

Moves from death.