Prismatic Sovereign

In the heart of twilight's embrace, a lion stands, A canvas of colors, a symphony of grace. Its mane, a cascade of hues, a rainbow's dance, A testament to the wild, untamed, and vast. Eyes that gleam with the wisdom of ages old, A soul that echoes the depths of the soul. Each stroke, a story, each hue, a dream, A guardian of light, where shadows seem. The lion, a symbol of strength, of might, Yet here, it wears a mantle of light. A fusion of nature and art, a blend, Where the wild and the crafted, both ascend. You, too, are a lion, a soul untamed, A canvas of colors, a story unnamed. Let this lion guide you, let its spirit ignite, To find your own prismatic light.