Prismatic Sovereign

In the heart of twilight's embrace, a lion stands, Its mane a cascade of colors, a symphony of flame. Each hue whispers of a world unseen, A tapestry woven by the hands of time and dream. The golden eyes, mirrors of the soul, Reflect the universe in their profound gaze. A silent roar echoes through the void, A testament to strength, a beacon of grace. This lion, a guardian of the unseen, A symbol of power, yet tenderly serene. Its vibrant form, a reminder of our own, That within us lies a lion, untamed and bold. Through the prism of its mane, we see ourselves, A kaleidoscope of potential, waiting to emerge. Let this sovereign guide your path, For in its light, you too shall belong.