Cybernetic Majesty

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision emerges, born of steel and gray. A face, serene, with eyes aglow, Like embers burning, soft and low. The metal cloak, a labyrinthine design, A fusion of flesh and machinery divine. Tendrils of wire, a delicate dance, Envelop the form, a futuristic trance. The visage, pale, with features fine, A porcelain beauty, in a metallic shrine. The gaze, a window to a soul confined, A longing for freedom, left behind. In this fusion of man and machine, A new creation emerges, serene and clean. A being of wonder, born of art and might, A cybernetic majesty, in the dark of night.