Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
Through bars of glass, a soul ascends,
A woman's gaze, both fierce and tender.
Her hands, a bridge between the seen and unseen,
A bouquet of roses, vibrant and bold.
The light dances, refracting her essence,
A prism of hope in a world of shadows.
Her glasses frame a mind unyielding,
A silent rebellion against the chains.
The sea whispers, a backdrop of freedom,
Yet her spirit is bound by more than bars.
In her eyes, a storm of emotions,
A tempest of strength and vulnerability.
She stands as a beacon, a symbol of resilience,
A rose keeper in a world of thorns.
Her journey is one of transformation,
A vertical rebellion against the status quo.
The viewer sees themselves in her reflection,
A mirror of their own struggles and triumphs.
Her story is yours, and yours is hers,
A shared tapestry of human experience.
Prismatic Sovereign, a title that resonates,
A soul that transcends the boundaries of time.
In her, we find our own strength,
A silent majesty that speaks to the soul.