Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the canvas of her gaze, a universe unfolds,
A tapestry of colors, bold and bold,
Her eyes, the windows to a soul unbound,
A symphony of hues, where light and shadow hold.
Each stroke a whisper, each hue a song,
A story untold, yet eternally strong.
Her presence, a beacon, a guiding light,
In the chaos of colors, a serene sight.
The brushstrokes dance, a rhythm of grace,
A symphony of life, a timeless embrace.
Her face, a canvas, a world within,
A mirror to the soul, where dreams begin.
In her gaze, we see ourselves reflected,
A journey of transformation, a path unreckoned.
Her colors, a language, a silent call,
To rise, to shine, to be all.
Prismatic Sovereign, a queen of light,
A beacon of hope, a guiding sight.
In her presence, we find our own,
A journey of self, a path unknown.
Her colors, a map, a guide to be,
A journey of transformation, a path to see.
In her gaze, we find our own,
A journey of self, a path unknown.