Aurum Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play,
A figure emerges, born of golden gray.
The visage, cracked and worn, yet shines with inner light,
A requiem for what's lost, a beacon in the night.
The hair, a flowing mane of silvered gold,
Cascades like autumn leaves, stories untold.
The armor, a latticework of intricate design,
Guards the heart within, a treasure divine.
In this still moment, we find a peaceful shore,
A refuge from life's storms, where love and hope forever roar.
The golden light, a symbol of the soul's deep fire,
Guiding us through darkness, to a heart's highest desire.
In this art, we see ourselves, a reflection true,
A journey through the depths, to a spirit anew.