Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the canvas of time, a soul ascends,
A portrait of strength, where shadows blend.
Eyes that pierce through the veil of the mundane,
A silent rebellion, a quiet command.
The colors dance, a symphony of hues,
Warm and cool, in a vibrant embrace.
Each stroke a whisper, each hue a shout,
A story untold, yet deeply sought.
The subject stands, a timeless queen,
In a world where light and shadow convene.
Her gaze, a mirror to the soul,
Reflecting the depths we all control.
This is not just art, but a talisman,
A beacon of hope, a guiding flame.
For in her eyes, we see ourselves,
Transformed, renewed, by her silent spells.
Prismatic Sovereign, a name that rings,
A testament to the power of things.
A journey of self, a path of light,
Where the ordinary meets the infinite.