Mechanical Majesty
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A fusion of flesh and metal gray,
A being emerges, half-human, half-machine,
A testament to innovation's dream.
With eyes closed, she stands, a statue serene,
Her metal cloak, a testament to the unseen,
The intricate design, a dance of art and might,
A blend of organic and synthetic light.
In this fusion, we see a new form rise,
A being of contrasts, with a gentle, ethereal guise,
A symbol of human ingenuity and art,
A fusion that touches the heart.
In her stillness, we find a strange, quiet peace,
A sense of wonder, a world to cease,
From the chaos of life, she stands apart,
A mechanical majesty, a work of art.