Aurum Requiem

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.