Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the heart of twilight's embrace, a lion stands,
A canvas of colors, a symphony of grace.
Its mane, a cascade of rainbows, whispers of the wild,
A testament to strength, where every hue defies the tide.
Eyes that pierce through time, a soul unbound,
A guardian of dreams, where shadows are drowned.
Each stroke of light and shadow, a story untold,
A mirror to the viewer, where the self is molded.
In its gaze, we see ourselves, a reflection of might,
A journey of transformation, in the light of day and night.
For the lion is not just a beast, but a symbol of power,
A beacon of courage, a talisman of our hour.
Through its vibrant hues, a world is revealed,
A tapestry of life, where every thread is sealed.
In its presence, we find our own, a path to tread,
A lion of the soul, where the wild is freed.