Golden Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A figure emerges, lost in gray.
Her golden form, a work of art,
A masterpiece, a beating heart.
The metallic sheen, a reflective gaze,
Echoes the soul, in endless days.
Her white hair flows, like silken threads,
Through the darkness, where light is dead.
In this stillness, she finds her voice,
A whispered truth, a heartfelt choice.
To rise above, to shine so bright,
And fill the void, with golden light.
In this artwork, we see our own strife,
A journey through, the darkest life.
And though she's bound, by metal's might,
Her spirit soars, in the silent night.