Golden Chains

She wears gold like armor, draped in weight and grace,
a quiet power held in each link, each trace
of glinting metal framing her face,
a calm defiance in her steady gaze.

Silent, she speaks of journeys worn,
of days spent weaving light from thorn,
of nights that knew no end till dawn—
a strength unbroken, spirit reborn.

In the chains she holds, stories reside,
a mirror of soul, where truths abide.
Bold and bare, without disguise,
she stands, a fire that never dies.