Aurum Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play,
A figure emerges, veiled in gold array,
A requiem for what's lost, a tale of what's past,
A visage worn, with secrets that will forever last.
The metal skin, a mirror to the soul,
Reflects the weight of memories that make us whole,
The tangled threads, a labyrinth to explore,
A journey through the depths of what's been, and what's in store.
In this dark, mysterious, and mystical space,
The figure stands, a testament to time's dark face,
The gold, a symbol of value, of worth and might,
A reminder that our stories shine with equal light.
And as we gaze upon this visage, worn and old,
We're drawn into the depths of a story yet untold,
A tale of trials, of strife, of love and loss and pain,
A journey through the darkness, to a light that remains.