Aurum Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play,
A figure emerges, born of gold and gray.
Her face, a mask of sorrow, whispers low,
A requiem for dreams that wither, fade, and go.
Her hair, a river of molten light,
Flows like a solace through the dark of night.
The metallic sheen that binds her form,
Echoes the transience of life's fragile storm.
In this fusion of the human and the divine,
Lies a tale of transformation, a heart that aligns
With the whispers of the wind, a soul that's free,
A being born of earth and destiny.
The artwork stands as a testament to the power
Of art to transcend, to transform, to devour
The mundane and reveal the hidden gold,
A journey through the labyrinth of the soul.
In 'Aurum Requiem', we find a mirrored gaze,
Reflecting our own struggles, our own haze,
A reminder that within the darkness lies
A light that guides us, a path that never dies.