Aurora's Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A figure emerges, veiled in misty gray. Her face, a canvas of serene despair, A tale of beauty, mended with golden care. The wind whispers secrets, as her hair flows free, A river of silver, in majestic reverie. Her armor, a latticework of gold and night, A fusion of strength, and gentle, loving light. In this still moment, she stands as a queen, A symbol of resilience, in a world unseen. Her eyes, though closed, speak of a deep inner sight, A connection to the mysteries of the night. The darkness around her, a backdrop for her might, A contrast to the radiance that shines so bright. In 'Aurora's Requiem', we find a peaceful nest, A place to rest, and let our spirits be blessed.