Aurum Renaissance
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A figure emerges, born of night's dark gray.
Her visage, a canvas of silvered light,
Adorned with gold, like sunrise on a winter's night.
The metal vines that twine her form so fine,
Reflect the turmoil of a soul divine.
Her eyes, though closed, seem to hold a secret tale,
Of trials faced, and wisdom that prevails.
The darkness swirls, a vortex all around,
Yet in her presence, peace is found.
For in her metallic heart, a story's told,
Of resilience, of trials, of a spirit bold.
The gold that weaves her being, a symbol true,
Of value found, in the depths of darkness anew.
In this fusion of metal and mystic night,
Lies a beauty that transcends the ordinary light.