Aurum Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A figure emerges, born of darkness and gold. Her visage, a map of secrets untold, A topography of sorrow, etched upon her face. Her eyes, like voids, draw in the light, As whispers of a forgotten past take flight. The wind whispers truths, in her ear so fine, And she, a vessel, holds the weight of time. In gold and darkness, she is reborn, A phoenix rising, from the ashes torn. Her beauty is a requiem, a mournful sigh, For all that's lost, and all that's yet to die. In her, we see the fragments of our own, The shards of dreams, the pieces we've overthrown. She is the keeper of the hidden truth, A guardian of the mysteries, in youth.