Aurum Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play,
A figure emerges, born of gold and gray.
Her form, a sculpture of serene despair,
Echoes the beauty hidden in the lair.
With hair aflame, like liquid gold,
She rises, a phoenix from the cold.
Her skin, a canvas of subtle, muted tone,
Invites the viewer to step into her throne.
In this digital realm, she reigns supreme,
A goddess of contrasts, a mystic dream.
The darkness whispers secrets in her ear,
As gold and silver light her visage clear.
Her eyes, though closed, seem to hold a tale,
Of struggles faced, and wisdom to prevail.
In this stillness, she finds her strength,
A beauty born of darkness, at length.
The artwork beckons, a siren's call,
To explore the depths of the soul's dark hall.
In 'Aurum Requiem', we find a peaceful nest,
Where gold and gray entwine, and the heart finds rest.