7 golden rings

Seven rings, a circle wide,

Each a realm where truths reside.

The first, a spark, the dawn of light,

A fire that burns through endless night.

The second hums with a silent tune,

A crescent glow beneath the moon.

The third, a chain of hearts and hands,

Binding souls across shifting sands.

The fourth ring whispers of skies unseen,

A world beyond the waking dream.

The fifth holds time in a golden clasp,

Moments slipping through its grasp.

The sixth, a mirror that does not lie,

Reflecting stars that never die.

The seventh ring—a mystery’s core,

A door that leads to forevermore.