Mechanical Awakening

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A mechanical heart begins to sway, Awakening to a world anew, With gears and wires, a life shines through. The face, a mask of metallic sheen, Conceals the soul, yet to be seen, Eyes gleam with a light, both cold and bright, As the machine stirs, and takes its first flight. In this dark world, where technology reigns, A new creation emerges, with mechanical pains, The fusion of flesh and steel, a wondrous sight, A being born, in the dark of night. With every step, with every turn, The machine awakens, and learns, To feel, to think, to be alive, In a world where metal and flesh collide.