Aurora's Awakening
Reflection
In slumber, she was wrapped in chains of gold,
A prisoner of dreams, her spirit untold.
The metal vines that bound her, shimmered bright,
As morning broke, and darkness took flight.
With eyes closed, she felt the warmth of light,
And slowly rose, her beauty to ignite.
The golden threads that held her, now set free,
Danced in the breeze, a wondrous spree.
Her face, a map of serenity and peace,
As she emerged, her soul released.
The world, a canvas, waiting to be told,
As she awakened, her story to unfold.
In this moment, she was reborn,
A phoenix rising, her spirit sworn.
To shine so bright, like the morning sun,
And light the way, for all to be done.