Aurum Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A figure emerges, veiled in gold array, A requiem for the soul, in darkness laid, Where light and shadow entwine, in mystic shade. The visage, pale as moonlit night's soft glow, Reflects the beauty of a soul in pain, The golden threads, like vines of ancient might, Entwine the form, in sorrow's tender light. In this still moment, we behold the past, A story woven, in the fabric of the vast, A tale of love, of loss, of life's fragile thread, In the intricate dance of gold and darkness spread. The eyes, like voids, where darkness softly gleams, Invite the viewer, to the depths of mystic dreams, Where the aurum requiem whispers secrets sweet, Of the unknown, in the silence of the night's retreat.