Aurum Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A figure emerges, born of darkness and gold. Her face, a mask of sorrow, etched with pain, A requiem for what's lost, a memory to remain. The wind whispers secrets, as her hair flows free, A river of night, with golden threads that gleam. Her skin, a canvas, where emotions are revealed, A topography of feeling, where the heart is concealed. In this digital dreamscape, she reigns supreme, A monarch of the night, with a beauty that's serene. The gold that binds her, a symbol of her might, A talisman of power, that shines with inner light. As we gaze upon her, we're drawn into her world, A realm of mystery, where the unknown is unfurled. In this surreal landscape, we're free to roam, And find ourselves, in the depths of her golden home.