Mechanical Muse
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A figure emerges, born of art and machine's sway,
A being of contrasts, flesh and metal entwined,
A dance of curves and wires, a symphony divine.
The face, a canvas of porcelain pale,
A map of emotions, veiled, yet unveiled,
The eyes, like lanterns, glowing bright and still,
Reflecting the turmoil, the beauty, and the chill.
The mechanical tendrils, like serpents, wrap and twine,
A labyrinthine crown, a diadem of intricate design,
The neck, a column, strong and slender, bears the weight,
Of a head adorned with gears, and a beauty, both frail and great.
In this fusion of human and machine, we find,
A reflection of our own, complex, intertwined,
A tale of art and technology, a bond that's strong and true,
A mechanical muse, a vision, born of dreams anew.