Golden Gaze of the Ancient
Reflection
In the depths of amber and gold, a world unfolds,
A gaze that pierces through the veil of time and souls.
Eyes that hold the secrets of the ages old,
A fiery heart, a soul of molten gold.
The scales whisper tales of ancient lore,
Each ridge a story, each hue a door.
To the realms where dragons once did soar,
And the skies were painted with their roar.
The light dances upon the iris' flame,
A beacon guiding through the shadowed game.
It speaks of power, it speaks of might,
A sentinel guarding the eternal light.
In this eye, we see ourselves reflected,
Our dreams, our fears, our spirits deflected.
For in the gaze of the ancient, we find,
A mirror of our own divine.
Let this vision ignite your inner fire,
To rise above, to conquer, to aspire.
For in the golden gaze, there lies a truth,
That the strength of the soul is the path to youth.