Sanctuary of Solitude

In a hidden lair, beneath the city's heart
A sanctuary of solitude, a world apart
Surrounded by relics of a bygone era
A bio-robot reflects, in his own mirror

Artifacts of nations lost, memories encased
In metal and in silicon, history traced
He tends to his wounds, with hands precise and sure
A ritual of healing, his strength to restore

In the quiet of his lair, under neon's faint glow
He mends the scars of battles, with nowhere else to go
A damaged eye, a souvenir of the fight
In the junkyard's treasure, he seeks new sight

Through corridors of discarded dreams, he roams
Among the ruins of the old world, he combs
A quest for an eye, amidst the scrap and decay
A piece to complete him, to light his way

With every component, a story untold
Of the old world's glory, in the days of old
He crafts his repair, a blend of past and present

From the depths of despair, to the heights of hope
In his sanctuary of solitude, he learns to cope
A bio-robot, pieced together, part by part
In the silence of his lair, he finds his heart