Metallic Ascension
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play,
A figure emerges, born of metal's sway,
With wires woven, like a mystic's spell,
And eyes that gleam, like stars in a distant dell.
The face, a canvas, smooth and gray,
Reflects the soul, in a mechanical way,
The tubes and hoses, like veins, pulsate with life,
As the being stirs, and cuts through strife.
In this fusion of flesh and steel, we find
A new creation, born of human design,
A being reborn, with a heart of might,
And a spirit that soars, into the light.
The darkness fades, as the figure takes its stand,
With a strength that's born, of a mechanical hand,
And though it's made, of metal and wire,
It beats with a heart, that's full of fire.