Mechanical Awakening

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A mechanical heart begins to sway, Awakening to a world anew, With gears that turn and wires that renew. The face, a canvas of silvered might, Reflects the beauty of a different light, A fusion of art and machine so fine, A being born of metal, yet divine. The intricate details, a testament to human art, A symphony of mechanisms that beat like a heart, In this fusion of flesh and steel, we find A new form of life, a new kind of mind. The eyes, like windows to a soul so bright, Shine with a light that's both mechanical and light, A paradox of being, both cold and warm, A being of contrasts, a new form to form.