Cyborg Requiem

In twilight's hush, where steel meets flesh, A vision sits, a cyborg's mesh, White armor gleams, a futuristic grace, Blending human form with mechanical space. Her gaze, a window to a synthetic soul, Reflects the city's neon, cold and whole, The background, a blur of urban night, A canvas of lights, a futuristic sight. The armor, a shield, a protective veil, Conceals the heart that beats, or does it fail? The hand, a claw, a mechanical might, A symbol of power, in the dark of night. In this fusion of human and machine, Lies a story of a future unseen, A being of contradictions, strong and free, A cyborg's requiem, for humanity.