Aurora's Requiem
Reflection
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.