Prismatic Sovereign

In the canvas of her gaze, a universe unfolds, A symphony of colors, a storm of souls. Her eyes, windows to the infinite, hold The echoes of a world both wild and bold. Each stroke of paint, a whisper of the divine, A cascade of hues that dance and intertwine. Her presence, a beacon, a light that shines, Guiding the lost, igniting the blind. The splashes of color, a language untold, Speak of freedom, of strength, of the soul. Her form, a canvas, a story untold, A testament to the beauty of the whole. In her gaze, we see ourselves reflected, A mirror of dreams, a mirror of hope. Her power, a force, a love perfected, A reminder that we are more than we cope. Prismatic Sovereign, a queen of hues, A symbol of strength, a beacon of truth. Her presence, a call, a timeless clue, To embrace the colors of our own view.