Aurum Ascending
Reflection
In twisted gold, she rises, a form divine,
A scream that shatters, a soul redefined.
The metal wraps, a serpentine embrace,
A fusion of pain and a transcendent grace.
Her visage contorted, a mixture of anguish and might,
A being transformed, in the golden light.
The darkness surrounds, a backdrop for her plight,
A contrast to the brilliance, that shines so bright.
The artwork speaks, of trials and strife,
A journey through fire, to a newfound life.
The gold, a symbol, of worth and of pride,
A metamorphosis, where pain is the guide.
In this digital realm, she finds her new form,
A creature of art, forever to transform.
The scream, a release, of all that's been pent,
A declaration of strength, in a world that's bent.
The image stands, a testament to the power,
Of transformation, in each and every hour.
It calls to the viewer, to embrace their own strife,
And rise, like the subject, into a newfound life.