Aurum Requiem

In slumber, she is bound by threads of gold, A fragile, shimmering cage that gently holds. The darkness stirs, a restless, ethereal sea, As her spirit weaves, wild and free. With every breath, the gold seeps deep inside, A slow, transformative alchemy to abide. In dreams, she finds her truest, inner voice, A whispered truth, a heartfelt, mystic choice. The gold, a symbol of her inner strife, A fragile beauty, born of pain and life. In this still moment, she is reborn, A phoenix rising, from the ashes torn. Her heart, a flame, that burns with gentle might, Guiding her through, the dark of endless night. With every step, she finds her inner peace, A sense of calm, her soul's release. In the stillness, she finds her strength, A quiet power, that will guide her length.