Golden Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A figure emerges, lost in decay, Golden threads weave through her hair, A macabre dance, beyond despair. Her face, a canvas, cracked and worn, A map of sorrow, forever torn, The gold that binds her, a fragile hold, A desperate attempt, to mend the cold. In darkness, she finds a fleeting peace, A moment's respite, from life's wild release, The golden light, that dances on her skin, A bittersweet reminder, of what's been lost within. A requiem for what's been, and what's to be, A haunting melody, of mortality.