Aurum Requiem

In darkened depths, a figure emerges, shrouded in golden chains, A requiem for the soul, where shadows dance and reign. The visage, a mask of bronze, reflects the light of pain, As tendrils of aurum weave a tale of transformation's strain. The eyes, like orbs of night, hold secrets untold, As the dark liquid gold that binds her begins to unfold. A story of resilience, of trials and of strife, Echoes through eternity, a haunting, mournful life. In this surreal landscape, where darkness reigns supreme, A phoenix rises, forged from the ashes of a dream. The golden chains that bind, a symbol of the weight, That forges strength from suffering, and makes the spirit great.