Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
Upon the stage of dreams, where light and shadow dance,
A pair of shoes, adorned with jewels, do stand.
Each gem a star, each stitch a thread of fate,
A symphony of gold and color, bold and rare.
They whisper tales of nights where hearts did beat,
Of dances spun beneath the moonlit street.
Their spires reach high, a testament to grace,
A crown for feet, a throne for every face.
In their embrace, the wearer finds her might,
A queen of nights, a ruler of the light.
They are not just shoes, but vessels of the soul,
A journey's start, a story yet untold.
For in their steps, the world begins to bow,
To the power of one who dares to glow.
Prismatic sovereigns, they are more than mere,
A beacon of strength, a timeless allure.