death or new birth

A young man at green farms
With his beloved in arms
Observes her fading charm
Could not cure with balm

From the halls of healings
She moves to dead feelings
Young man eyes looked hurt
Situation with no comfort

Soon find a warm hole
Along with healing bowl
Enter a huge round ball
Destined to find his new role

Sudden hiss of her breath
Move closer to his wealth
Give her bowl to drink
Saves her from death brink