Aurum Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is crowned with golden light,
A vision of serenity, a peaceful sight.
Her face, a canvas of silvered gray,
Reflects the whispers of a bygone day.
The golden tendrils, like vines of old,
Weave a tale of mystique, a story untold.
In this digital dreamscape, she floats free,
A being of art, a reverie.
Her presence is a balm, a soothing hush,
That calms the soul and quiets the rush.
Of worldly cares, of troubles and of fears,
And brings a sense of peace, through all the years.
In Aurum Requiem, we find our peaceful nest,
A place to rest, and be our best.