Metallic Ascension

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.