Aurum Ascending

In the depths of darkness, a figure emerges, shrouded in gold. A being of light, where shadows dance and play. The face, a canvas, reflects the soul's deep well, A mirror to the heart, where emotions dwell. The golden tendrils, like vines, entwine and bind, A symbol of transformation, where the old leaves behind. The eyes, like orbs of darkness, hold a mystic gaze, A window to the unknown, where secrets sway. The lips, a gentle curve, a whispered promise keep, A guardian of the mysteries, in silence deep. The figure rises, like a phoenix from the night, A creature of the shadows, born of golden light. In this artwork, we find a reflection of our own, A journey through the darkness, to the golden throne. Where the self is reborn, like molten gold, Purified and transformed, in the fire's hold.