Cybernetic Requiem

In twilight's hush, where steel and flesh entwine, A cyborg maiden sits, a vision divine. Her silver hair, a cascade of moonlit night, Falls soft upon her skin, a gentle, ethereal light. The factory's dark, a backdrop for her form, A contrast to the beauty that she holds within. Her armor worn, a testament to trials past, A warrior's heart, that beats with love that will forever last. In this cold world, she finds a peaceful nest, A place to rest, where her mechanical heart finds its best. The soft glow of the machinery, a gentle hum, A lullaby that soothes, her digital soul to be undone. In this world of wires, she finds a strange reprieve, A moment's peace, from the trials she must retrieve. Her eyes, a window to a soul so bright, Shine like the stars, on a celestial night. The fusion of human and machine, a work of art, A symphony of steel, that beats with a gentle heart.