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 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.