Aurum Ascending

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.