Aurum Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A figure emerges, lost in gold,
A requiem for what's been, what's grey,
A soul reborn, in metallic fold.
The face, a canvas, dark and bright,
Reflects the turmoil of the night,
The golden threads, like lifeblood flow,
As the subject's essence starts to glow.
In mystic dance, the strands entwine,
A symphony of light, a rhyme divine,
The darkness shines, a paradox true,
A beauty born, in metal's hue.
The eyes, like voids, where secrets sleep,
The lips, a whisper, a mystic deep,
The hair, a wild, untamed, golden sea,
A force that beckons, wild and free.
In this artwork, a story's spun,
Of transformation, rebirth begun,
A journey through the darkness and the light,
To emerge, reborn, in aurum's sight.