Rust’s Elegy

Rust’s Elegy

Here lies a gleaming piece of lore,

Once pure, now etched with rust’s cruel grace,A canvas time and decay adore.

The shine is gone, what’s left is trace,

Where once was smooth, now textures form,A beauty birthed from nature’s base.

In life’s grand play, we meet our storm,

Slick facades give way to time’s embrace,Art emerges through rust’s reform.

This tale, in tarnish, we face with grace,

The trials turn the new to worn,As we decay, the art we chase.

Rust marks the path we all must tread,

From glossy starts to worn, aged grace,In every flake, new truths are spread.

Embrace the shift from bright to dread,

The trials etch each line and face,To rust, we yield, to fate we’re wed.