Metallic Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A maiden clad in armor, lost in disarray, Her visage veiled, a metallic, mystic gray, Echoes of a past, where love and sorrow sway. Her tresses flow, like golden threads of fate, As she emerges, reborn, from a metallic state, The armor's laces, like vines, entwine her frame, As if the very earth itself had claimed her name. In this surreal landscape, where dreams and darkness blend, The maiden stands, a symbol of a journey's end, A path unwound, where shadows softly fall, And in the silence, a story waits to be told. With every step, she claims her inner might, And as the light dances, her spirit takes flight, In this, her requiem, a tale of strength is spun, A testament to the beauty, forever won.