Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the heart of twilight's embrace, a lion stands,
Its mane a cascade of colors, a symphony of flame.
Each strand whispers tales of courage, of the wild and untamed,
A beacon of strength, a guardian of the sacred flame.
Its eyes, like pools of ancient wisdom, gaze beyond the veil,
Reflecting the cosmos, the stars, and the soul's eternal trail.
The lion's roar is not of anger, but a song of hope and might,
A call to rise, to conquer the shadows of the night.
In its vibrant hues, we see our own journey's light,
A reminder that within us lies the power to ignite.
Through trials and triumphs, the lion's spirit takes flight,
Guiding us forward, into the dawn of a new, radiant sight.
Oh, Prismatic Sovereign, you are the mirror of our soul,
A testament to the beauty that lies within the whole.
May your colors forever inspire, as we walk the path of truth,
For in your radiance, we find the courage to be reborn anew.