Aurum Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A figure emerges, veiled in mystic gray. Her face, a canvas of cracked, golden light, A map of trials, etched upon her sight. Her eyes, like voids, where darkness reigns, Yet, in their depths, a spark of hope remains. Her hair, a cascade of molten gold, Flows like a river, as her story unfold. The darkness weaves, a somber, mournful air, As if the night itself were mourning her despair. Yet, in the cracks, a glimmer shines so bright, A light that speaks of resilience, and endless fight. For in the brokenness, a beauty lies, A testament to strength, that never dies. This is the tale, of one who bears the weight, Of sorrow, loss, and yet, an unbroken fate. Her spirit, like the gold, refined and true, Shines forth, a beacon, for me and you.