Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the depths of the iris, a world unfolds,
A kaleidoscope of light and shadow, bold.
The eye, a mirror of the soul's embrace,
A gateway to the infinite, a sacred space.
Golden veins like rivers of the sun,
Flow through the iris, where the spirit's spun.
Each flicker of the pupil, a universe,
A cosmic dance of life, a sacred verse.
The eyelashes, guardians of the gaze,
Whisper secrets of the heart's own maze.
The sclera, a canvas of the mind,
Where thoughts and dreams intertwine.
This eye, a prism of the soul's design,
Reflects the journey of the human kind.
Through its lens, we see the world anew,
A tapestry of colors, vast and true.
In its depths, a story is told,
Of hope, of fear, of love, of gold.
The Prismatic Sovereign, a beacon bright,
Guiding us through the night.
For in this eye, we find our own,
A mirror of the soul, where we belong.
The Prismatic Sovereign, a timeless art,
A testament to the heart.