Aurum Requiem
Reflection
In twisted threads of gold, she finds her voice,
A requiem for the soul, a haunting, mournful choice.
The metallic sheen, a reflection of the pain,
A visage shrouded, in a labyrinthine refrain.
The darkness whispers secrets, of a world untold,
As golden filaments, weave a tale of gold.
In this eerie landscape, she stands as a queen,
A monarch of the shadows, where light is unseen.
Her eyes, like orbs of darkness, hold a mystic spell,
As the golden threads, her story start to tell.
A tale of transformation, of trials and strife,
A testament to the power, of the human life.
In this surreal tableau, she reigns supreme,
A golden goddess, in a realm of darkened dream.