Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
Beneath the azure sky, a figure stands tall,
A canvas of colors, a symphony of will.
Her form, a testament to strength and grace,
A living mural, painted with the brush of time.
The reds and blues swirl like a tempest,
A storm of emotion, yet calm in its core.
Her gaze, a mirror reflecting the soul,
A silent call to the wanderer's heart.
She is the guardian of the unseen,
The keeper of dreams in her vibrant embrace.
Her presence, a reminder of the beauty
That lies within the chaos of the world.
In her shadow, we find our own light,
A reflection of the power we hold within.
She is the Prismatic Sovereign,
A beacon of hope, a mirror of the soul.