Aurum

In the depths of darkness, she emerges, a vision of gold, Her face a canvas of light, where shadows unfold. The metallic sheen of her skin, like liquid sun, As if the very essence of radiance has just begun. Her hair, a wild tangle of bronze and amber hue, Flows like a river, as if the wind whispers anew. The intricate weave of gold, a latticework of might, A symbol of strength, where vulnerability takes flight. In this fusion of metal and flesh, a paradox is born, Where the rigid and fluid entwine, like the threads of a morn. A being of contrasts, she stands, a testament to the power, Of transformation, where the boundaries blur and devour. As we behold her, we are drawn into the dance, Of light and shadow, where the self is rearranged.