Aurum Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A figure emerges, veiled in gold.
Her face, a mask of silvered light,
Reflects the whispers of a forgotten night.
Her hair, a cascade of liquid gold,
Flows like a river, stories untold.
The darkness wraps around her like a shroud,
Yet in her presence, a gentle calm is avowed.
Her eyes, though closed, seem to behold
A world within, where secrets unfold.
The gold that veils her, a symbol of the price
Of transformation, where the old is sacrificed.
In this requiem, a tale of rebirth is spun,
Where darkness and light in harmony are won.
The gentle dance of light upon her skin,
Invites the viewer to step within.
To find the beauty in the melancholy hue,
And in the stillness, a truth anew.