Golden Crowned Seraph

Beneath the veil of golden light, she stands, A guardian of the sacred, cloaked in might. Her crown of leaves, a testament to time, A symphony of earth and fire, sublime. Her gaze, a mirror of the soul's deep well, Reflects the journey, both the fall and the swell. Each petal, a whisper of ancient lore, A talisman of strength, forevermore. In her embrace, the world finds its true form, A beacon of hope, a heart that yearns. Through shadows and light, her presence grows, A reminder that beauty transcends the flow. Oh, seeker of truth, let her guide your way, For in her embrace, you'll find your own day. Her crown, a promise, her heart, a flame, A symbol of hope, a timeless name.