Aurum Scream
Reflection
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.