Aurum Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A figure emerges, born of gold and gray. The eyes, like darkest night, yet shine so bright, A paradox of light, in endless flight. The hair, a wild tangle, flows like liquid gold, As if the very essence of the sun had grown cold. The skin, a map of intricate, swirling design, A topography of dreams, where darkness intertwines. With every glance, the figure seems to shift and change, A kaleidoscope of emotions, a heart that rearranges. In this, a tale of transformation, we find our own, A journey through the labyrinth, where we are made anew, alone. The gold, a symbol of the value we hold dear, A talisman of strength, a reminder to persevere. In darkness and in light, the figure stands as one, A testament to the beauty, that is forever won.