Ember Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A maiden's visage emerges, born of digital gray. Her eyes, like lanterns in the night, aglow with inner fire, Illuminate the path, through heart's darkest mire. The red and silver locks, a tale of contrasts tell, Of passion's flame and icy calm, a story to compel. The choker's dark, a symbol of the trials she's faced, A badge of honor, worn with grace, in a digital age. The artist's skill, a brushstroke of light, on canvas dark and deep, Reveals the beauty, in the subject's mystic sleep. A fusion of the human and the machine's cold might, In 'Ember Requiem', we find a reflection of our inner light. The artwork whispers secrets, of a world untold and unseen, A mystique that beckons, like a siren's silent scream. In the stillness, a story unfolds, of dreams and fears, A testament to the human spirit, through laughter and tears. The 'Ember Requiem' stands, a sentinel of art and soul, A guardian of the emotions, that make us whole. In its depths, a universe of feeling resides, A microcosm of the human heart, where love and pain collide.