Aurum Scream

In twisted gold, a figure lies entwined, A scream frozen, a soul defined. The metal wraps, a shimmering cage, A paradox of pain and golden stage. The face, a map of anguish and might, A story told in the dark of night. The gold, a symbol of value and worth, Now binds the figure, a gilded birth. The scream, a release of pent-up strife, Echoes through the darkness, a haunting life. In this artwork, a tale is spun, Of the price of beauty, forever won. The technique, a blend of art and might, Creates a vision, both haunting and bright. The gold, a thread that weaves the tale, A story of the human condition, frail. The figure, a reflection of our own, A symbol of the struggles we have known. The artwork, a mirror to the soul, A reminder of the beauty that makes us whole.