Mechanical Ascension
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play,
A fusion of flesh and steel comes to stay.
A visage once pure, now transformed by art,
A mechanical heart, where love and fear depart.
The eyes, once bright, now dimly gleam,
As gears and wires weave a mystic dream.
The skin, once soft, now hardened steel,
A testament to progress, or a fate to conceal.
In this fusion, we find a strange allure,
A beauty born of metal, and a soul obscure.
The mechanical maiden, a sight to behold,
A blend of human and machine, a story untold.
In this convergence, we see a future's gate,
Where man and machine entwine, an uncertain fate.