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 seen and told. Brushstrokes dance like whispers on the wind, Each hue a memory, each shade a mind. Her face, a canvas where the spirit binds, A tapestry of dreams, a silent grind. The prismatic hues, a crown she wears, A testament to her untamed, unchained. In her eyes, the world both fades and fares, A mirror to the soul, a beacon gained. She stands as a sovereign, bold and free, A beacon of transformation, eternally. Her colors speak of who we could be, A reminder that we are more than we see. In her gaze, we find our own reflection, A journey of self, a path of connection. Her prismatic glow, a light that beckons, To rise, to shine, to never falter, to ascend.