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 the wild, of freedom's untamed grace, A beacon of strength, a guardian of the sacred space. Its eyes, like pools of ancient wisdom, gaze beyond, Through the veil of time, where the past and future blend. The lion's roar, a thunderous hymn, echoes the soul, A call to rise, to embrace the power we hold. In its vibrant form, we see our own reflection, A mirror of courage, a reminder of connection. For in the lion's gaze, we find our own wild heart, A journey of transformation, a path we must start. Let the Prismatic Sovereign guide us through the night, Its colors a map, its spirit a guiding light. For in its presence, we are reminded of our might, To rise, to shine, to claim our rightful place in the light.