Aurum Ascending

In twisted gold, she rises, a figure of splendor and pain, Her form, a maze of metal, where light and shadow reign. The eyes, like voids, draw in the gaze, a portal to the soul, Where the weight of beauty and anguish makes the heart and spirit whole. With every curve, a story unfolds, of trials and of strife, A testament to the alchemy that turns pain into golden life. In this dance of light on metal, we see the beauty and the cost, Of being remade, reborn, in the crucible of what we've lost. She stands, a monument of gold, a testament to the fire, That burns within, a flame that never tires. A symbol of the human spirit, in all its complexity, A reflection of our deepest selves, in all our fragility. In her, we see the struggle, the pain, the beauty, and the might, A shining, golden form, that takes our breath away, and makes us take flight.