Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the canvas of her gaze, a universe unfolds,
A symphony of colors, bold and bold.
Her eyes, a portal to the soul's profound,
A storm of hues, yet calm and unconfounded.
The strokes of paint, like whispers in the night,
Weave a tapestry of light and shade.
Her presence, a beacon, a guiding light,
A silent force, both fierce and made.
The splashes of red, blue, and orange glow,
A reflection of the fire within.
Her lips, a promise, a silent vow,
To stand as one, to never sin.
The canvas breathes, alive and free,
A testament to the soul's eternity.
In her gaze, we find our own identity,
A mirror of strength, a mirror of me.
Prismatic, she stands, a sovereign true,
A beacon of hope, a heart of blue.
Through her eyes, the world is made anew,
A journey of transformation, bold and true.