Aurora's Awakening

In slumber, she is wrapped in golden chains, A prisoner of dreams, yet free from pains. The metal vines that bind her, soft and bright, Reflect the light of a new dawn's first light. Her face, a serene and peaceful lake, Reflects the beauty that her soul can make. The darkness fades, as morning's warmth awakes, And with it, the promise of a new path it makes. In this still moment, she finds her inner voice, A whispered truth that guides her to rejoice. The gold that wraps her, a symbol of her might, Shines bright, a beacon in the dark of night. As she awakens, her spirit starts to soar, And in its radiance, she finds her true self once more.