Prismatic Sovereign

In the canvas of dreams, where colors dance and sing, A sovereign rises, a vision of light and grace. Her eyes, windows to the soul, hold the universe's gaze, A tapestry of hues, a symphony of space. Her hair, a cascade of midnight and dawn, Whispers secrets of the night and the morn. Each stroke, a story, each hue, a flame, Guiding the lost, igniting the same. The canvas breathes, alive with her presence, A mirror to the soul, a beacon of resilience. In her gaze, we find ourselves, reflected, A journey of transformation, a path unreckoned. The colors swirl, a tempest of hope and fear, A reminder that beauty is ever near. She stands as a symbol, a force to be reckoned, A prismatic sovereign, forever unbroken.