Aurum Reborn

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A figure stirs, reborn in golden array. The darkness weaves a tapestry so fine, With threads of aurum, a new form divine. The face, a map of trials and of strife, Now shines with golden light, a newfound life. The eyes, once closed, now open wide to see, The world anew, in splendor and in glee. The hair, a cascade of night's dark hue, Now flows with golden strands, both strong and true. The body, once bound, now breaks free from chains, And rises, reborn, with aurum's radiant refrains. In this transformation, we find our own, A story of rebirth, where darkness is overthrown. The gold, a symbol of worth and inner might, Guides us through the night, to a brighter light. With every strand, a piece of soul takes flight, And in the darkness, shines a beacon bright.